Clara entered the bedroom, the light from the hall shining on the bed and noted both dogs were laying at the foot. Once emotional support dogs, always support dogs, she thought wryly recognizing she had caused her husband to be so distressed the dogs were comforting him.
He was laying in the bed on his side, facing away from her and she walked tentatively to the bed and sat on her side. She swung her legs up and pushed Hercules down the bed and slid up behind Elian. She touched his back, “you awake?”
“No,” his voice was curt.
She gave a sad smile as she lay on her back beside him. “I’m sorry Elian. You’re right, I was being a dick.”
“Took Naomi to point it out instead of believing me?”
She rolled her eyes as she stared at the ceiling. “Funny, Bliss said the same thing to her once in
