One of the things I know and love about my husband from the first time we met, is his confidence. But right now it's like that confidant part just vanished. He doesn't really talk a lot. And I never had a problem with that until now. I look at him as he looks around the room. This secret he's keeping from me makes me think there must be something big. He keeps clearing his throat and it's starting to get on my nerves. He asks me to come with him. He heads towards the kitchen. I follow him. He turns on the kettle. And he starts talking. With his back on me. He takes cups from the cupboard. He's no longer clearing his throat. He's now sighing. A lot. But I'll wait for him. I don't want to be too hard on him. I promised to support him. So I'll do just that. I hope he doesn't confess to killin
