I spent the next couple of days after the case had been put on hold, grieving about it. Owen was very supportive all along and I can’t even imagine how traumatized I would have been without Owen’s support.
“Hey babe, wake up!” Owen said, as he tapped me gently on my arm. It was a Saturday afternoon.
I struggled to open my eyes to listen to what he had to say.
“What’s up?” I dragged to say.
“Stand up, we’re going shopping.” He announced.
“Shop for what? The house is stuffed with groceries.” I reminded him.
While I was feeling down, Owen had taken it to be his responsibility to make sure I didn’t stress myself. He did grocery shopping and all other house chores.
We are not going for grocery shopping; we are going to shop for something else.” He said, then lifted me up with both of
