I kissed my wife goodbye and watched her drive off to work

held up the photograph.

Her face crumpled.

The careful composure she’d maintained all day shattered into a million pieces.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sank to the floor, her body shaking with silent, wracking sobs.

I went to her, knelt beside her, and wrapped my arms around her.

After a long time, her sobs subsided into sniffles.

Her voice, when continue reading …