She turned away as the tears began to cascade over her cheeks, but he could tell she was sobbing silently by the jerking of her shoulders. She pulled open the door and fled, the tray wedged against her hip tilting and threatening to spill his unfinished tea onto the hall carpet where, sugar or not, it would leave a stain. “Beryl!”
He pressed a palm to his forehead as her footsteps clattered down the stairs. He looked up to the ceiling as if to find some divine answer in the stippled tiles.“Now what have I said?”
He pulled back the covers and got out of bed. Bugger doctor's orders. His wife was more important.