*~*Reagan's POV*~*
I don't remember much that happened. Delivery food. TV. Sitting there in silence. That was our entire day. Morning, noon, and night, that was all that we had done. And, honestly, that just made me feel worse. I hadn't done anything, I wasn't productive, and I had no desire to correct it.
The emotions, the sense of worry, fear, and unease were just so crippling. I didn't know what to do or how to make this better. I was at the mercy of other people. And I really didn't like feeling that way. What man would be OK with that? Knowing that he wasn't the one in charge, even in his own home. That emotions and the unknown were dictating all of it.
