Her husband entered their bedroom shortly after she woke up. Somehow he always seemed to know when she was awake. Or, perhaps more likely, he kept to a strict schedule where he made certain to come upstairs to check on his wife every fifteen minutes. She knew without him even telling her that she'd scared him the night before. Never had he seen her so discomposed, so open and raw. He stood in the doorway, watching her for any sign that she was awake yet. It would've been easy to keep pretending that she was asleep just to delay the conversation that she knew they needed to have. When she rolled over onto her side and opened her eyes, he smiled.