Andrew thought everything would be fine. He decided to go to work. If he missed another day, he'd be fired.
His boss had been patient, understanding his situation, but Andrew knew he couldn't keep pushing it.
This little town had seemed safe. Five months without a single strange occurrence: no monsters lurking outside, no clawing at doors in the night.
It was only Alice's growing paranoia.
'I need to get her to a therapist,' he told himself as he stood before the bakery display case, eyes on the strawberry cheesecake Alice loved most.
'She'll calm down if we share this, maybe watch a movie together. Should I take her to the cinema?' He rubbed his chin.
'No… no one can watch Seamus. And she won't leave his side anyway.'
His hands tightened into fists. He was restless, stressed, but he couldn't show it. He had to stay the pillar for his wife and son, the one who held everything together. He had to be strong.
