It was raining - hard. Pouring, actually. It had been for hours, ever since I got home in the late afternoon. I knew he was home because we came home around the same time, but now I didn’t see any lights on in the guest house, over the 50 feet of yard between us. I shouldn’t have given it a thought, or even cared at all, to be honest. But I gazed out for a few more seconds before heading towards the mug rack.  