"Is she..." Dane trailed off as he scanned the living room vicinity for his dear wife but sadly caught no sight of her.
Only Cleo was present who sighed and shook his head. "She's sleeping. Prisana spent a good deal studying and immediately fell asleep."
He sighed also in disappointment like a child being unable to play with his lynx. "Thank you for watching over her. You may leave now."
Before Cleo turned to leave he slipped something inside Dane's hands. "...I know you haven't been taking your meds lately but your doctor warned me to give these to you. He said you would need them around this time of the year."
Cleo was right. Around this time of the year...The day when his parents slipped away from his grasp. It was coming close yet again. Whenever their death anniversary approached, Dane was always in disarray with his emotions out of order. Completely a mad beast. He usually just took work off and drunk himself silly but this time should be different.
