I keep thinking that there had to be a reason. Maybe there was another man...

Reaching over, I grab the glass paperweight on my desk and throw it across the room like a baseball. I hear the noise of its collision with the wall, but I ignore it. If I truly took a good look around the room, I'm sure I'd see it's destroyed, but better in here than the rest of the house. I left our home untouched until she returns. Because she will return. There is no other way.