--New Chapter Soon!-- "Why are you in my husband's office?" "Where exactly is your husband?" Victoria stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes glancing over the room as if examining a painting. She remembered the room by heart, despite not having seen it in over a year, and the mere sight of it made her dizzy. She had let all of it go, put it all behind her, and yet there she was, standing in the doorway, faced with the one question she always dreaded answering. Opening that door had been like reopening a wound. "My husband is dead."