Episode 81: A Broken Wing

Quentin dusted off his hands and let the water run, watching it wash down every last crumb. "Want me to make you something to eat Just? When was the last time you had anything?"

"No thank you," she replied softly and took a seat at the table, she sat there sipping her black coffee and staring off into space like some sort of zombie.

Quent sat across from her and bent to lace up his shoes. "You know, I could take the day off today, if you wanted we could go do something together, maybe we could-"

"No Quentin, you should go to work, I have plenty to do around here." She said sounding like a voice from some automated machine rather than the wife he knew.

His hand made a fist as it lay on the lace tablecloth. "Are you really planning on doing something today Justine or are you going to keep moping around here? I’m not trying to be mean but you’ve got to snap out of this, I mean, what can we do? When we’re ready to have a baby we’ll have a baby simple as that, this deadline of yours isn’t real Just,"

She continued to sit there, she didn’t frown she didn’t move.

He reached for her hand and straightened the small ring on her third finger. "Do you think you could try to feel better? - For me, I hate seeing you like this. I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do," he kissed her cold forehead and stood to leave. "Maybe you’ll get out of those pajamas sometime today and we can go out to dinner or something, huh?"

Episode 82: Stop Falling