James Conrad looked as sharp as ever in his EMT uniform. He sat at his kitchen table finishing his morning coffee. His wife, Elise, noisily cleared the barely touched breakfast.
Their charming kitchen looked like it came out of a Lowe's commercial, right down to the "Home Is Where The Heart Is" magnet on the refrigerator.
Despite the pleasant surroundings, there was obvious tension when Elise said, "Please give it a little more time."
"It's been three months," James replied.
"Let's talk about this some more-"
"I'm not one of your counseling patients or your students at the university, Elise."
"What do you want from me?" she asked with the desperation creeping into her voice.
"I want you to act like I'm your husband. That used to mean something to you."
"But, James, he's-"
"I'll
