They were settling into a comfortable routine. It was almost nice. At least it would be if she wasn't afraid that any moment he was going to flip the switch and once again become the violent, dangerous husband she remembered from her unreliable memories. He never could give her a very satisfactory explanation as to why she could "remember" moments that supposedly never happened. Maybe he didn't know what to say. Or possibly, it was all just one more lie and deception. She didn't know who to trust.