[He'd seen the pile of sheets and comforter when he'd slipped in, and there had been a moment when he'd considered waking her, asking her to stop this, to talk to someone, because he hated seeing her like this. It took a supreme effort not to, but through the shower it ate at him.
She was dead. She was depressed. Because of him?
That was the worst of it. Toweling off and pulling on slacks, he left the bathroom as he pulled in the white button down shirt, ignoring the buttons and hesitating at the side of her bed.]
[Spam]
She was dead. She was depressed. Because of him?
That was the worst of it. Toweling off and pulling on slacks, he left the bathroom as he pulled in the white button down shirt, ignoring the buttons and hesitating at the side of her bed.]
Vesper.