A Ghost Of A Man

It's been two weeks; the nightmares are not getting any better; I don't see him at all during the days, I spent my nights awake watching over him and crying for him. It should be the happiest part of our marriage, but it's not; he is going through something awful that I can't even begin to understand.

I need to talk to him.

There is something I need to tell him.

I find him out by the stables.

“Hey, baby.” I hand him a cup of hot coffee.

I reach out to give it to him, and I cannot help but noticed how his hands are shaking. “Thank you.” He only but mumbles from underneath his breath.

I move a little bit close to him and sit down on the bench next to him, “Baby, we need to talk.”

“Jenna, I am not in the mood for you telling me how you don't understand and how you want to help me.”