Richard laid down beside his wife, cradling her gently. Her back was turned to him, but he could tell by the slight hunch of her shoulders and the soft huff of her breath that she was far from asleep. In fact, she was doing that thing again—overthinking at a level only mothers could achieve.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and placed a soft kiss just beneath her ear, the place that always made her shiver—though tonight, not even that got a reaction. This was serious.
"Babe, you have to get some rest," he whispered. "Tomorrow is a big day."
She inhaled sharply and finally rolled onto her back. Her face was barely visible in the dim light, but Richard didn't need much light to see his wife's thoughts. He'd been reading her moods for over two decades. She looked troubled, eyes darting back and forth. He knew that look—it was the one that meant something had deeply unsettled her, and he was probably about to find out what.
