Sixty-six

Andreas stood frozen, staring at the scene in front of him in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was seeing - his wife, Rebecca, in bed with her dog, Buddy. For a moment a smile formed on his sleep until he took notice on her.

He slowly approached the bed, his eyes still fixed on his sleeping wife. As he drew closer, he saw the tears staining her cheeks and the way her hands clutched at his pillow. He realized then that she had been crying, and the thought only made him feel even more helpless.

He stood by the bed for a few minutes, trying to piece together what had happened in his absence. He knew that she had been struggling with the isolation and loneliness of being alone while he was out, but he never expected to find her like this.

Andreas felt a pang of guilt as he watched his wife sleep. He knew he had been gone longer than he had intended, but he couldn't have predicted what had happened. He had been worried sick about her the entire time he was away, but seeing her lik