Chapter XIII
June 17, 2005
Emily sobbed on the couch when William arrived home from work. Seeing her crying,
all the stress of his new responsibilities at work faded away.
Emily rubbed tears from her eyes to hide her crying, but the mascara streaks
running down her face proved difficult to remove.
“Are you okay?” William asked, sitting on the couch next to her.
“I don't want to talk about it,” Emily responded, curling up next to him. “At least
not yet.”
She laid her head against his chest, and William could feel his T-shirt absorb her
tears. He rubbed her back, not knowing what to say. He tried kissing her head, but
Emily wouldn't respond.
She squeezed his waist. He felt her fingernails dig into his side. He winced but
didn't complain. Emily's breathing steadied.
“Let's,” she sniffled. “Go to the bedroom.”
She leaped off the couch and headed to their bedroom.
William sat for a moment before following. He entered the bedroom and closed the
door behind him.
Emily had already undressed, lying under the sheet.
“Come on, William,” she said. Mascara streaked from her bloodshot eyes, making her