Rose grinned and gave him a little push. "I might as well..." But her grin didn't reflect in her eyes. There was something about his face or the energy in the room that made it feel like something was off. Was there more to it than Andrew had said? She barely dared to think about it. It was probably wrong of her to think such a thing of her husband in the first place.

"C'mon then," she led him to his chair and put food on his plate, before sitting down on the other side and helping herself. Suddenly she didn't know what to say. She was afraid to ask him about his day.