Flowers twice in one month, that’s never happened before. I hear my voice thanking him profusely while my mind is warning me there’s something up.

I have never had any reason to doubt him before, but my gut seems to be playing a set of Tom-Toms. I ignore both of them and make dinner. It isn’t until the early hours of the morning, that my fears start up again. I tell myself I’m imagining things but find it really difficult to get back to sleep, with my mind constantly going over the same questions