Since the memorial earlier today, she had shut down.
She had gone out for a walk, silently shaking her head at my offer to accompany her.
When she returned, she went straight to her room until I went to get her to eat dinner.
Now, with my limited knowledge of helping other people, I was at a loss. It wasn't as if I could call Jenna or Mateo and ask them what I should do for my own wife.
They thought we were close and would assume I would know exactly what to do.
Today, when we left the funeral home, Jenna had hugged me and whispered, "Take care of her."
I wanted to, but I didn't know how. I had no experience with such intense emotions.
I paced the living room and kitchen, restlessly prowling the floor, sipping my wine.
I knew I could go and work out to relieve some of my tension, except I wasn't in the mood.
Somehow, the gym seemed too far away from Rubliana, and in case she needed me, I wanted to be close.
