Sonny hadn’t slept in three nights. When he came home that evening, you knew he had been drinking. You had seen the news that day. It broke your heart just watching it on TV. Sonny had been there. He had talked Sam down. Sonny was a strong man. Not only physically but emotinally. But honestly, you weren’t sure how much more he could take. 

Sonny turned over to face you. He smiled seeing you next to him. “Mornin’ doll.” Sonny reached for you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your chest.

You snaked an arm around his shoulders, while the other gently stroked his hair. You placed a kiss to his temple. “I’m here. Whenever you’re ready.”