Chapter 42 Richard - Fixing Broken Glass

• I clenched my jaw as I listened to the sound of my wife's sobs through the bathroom door. She was trying her hardest to be quiet, and it stung me. Hard. I had no doubt I was one of the sources of her pain, and I didn't know how to make it better.
• And that fucking sucked.
• The shower went off, and I took a step away, making my way to our bed instead. I got in and grabbed my phone, unsure how to act. For a moment, I considered texting my cousin and asking her to come over, but then I thought better of it. If it was Talia she needed, she would've just gone there herself, wouldn't she?