Being at work scared him anymore, as he never knew what state he would find his wife in; if she would even be alive when he got home. There had been times he had to go home on his lunch to check on her for his sanity's sake. He did not mind it, but it worried him so much.
As he entered the apartment, he knew something was not right. His wife was no where to be seen, and he could hear the soft sounds of broken tears. When he found her, his heart crumbled. She was hidden in the back of the closet, unaware of his presence just outside of the door. He recognized her tears and her soft muffled cries. They were struggling together to help her; to help her see the light in life, but everyday was a new battle. He listened for several minutes, not really sure how to approach this situation. It was always the same underlying issue, but it presented itself in many different ways. He could feel the tears welling up in his own eyes as he listened to her pain, wishing he could just take it away. Slo
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