Spence was your husband.

You’d met a little over 12 years ago.

You’d been best friends from that moment on, started dating just over 7 years ago, and got married 4 years ago.

He’d just gotten out of prison.

He didn’t wanna admit it, but he was suffering from severe PTSD.

That included nightmares. Every single night.

He shot awake, his eyes wide, his breathing heavy, his heartbeat quick.

When he realized that it was just a dream and that he’d woken you up, he sighed shakily, running his hands through his hair.

“Sorry…” He managed to say.