Amy stood at the stove flipping eggs in the pan, the bacon already crispy and filling the kitchen with that salty, comforting smell. She had woken up early to make breakfast for both of them, just like she always did. Tom had been working longer hours at the gym, and she wanted to send him off right. As she stirred the cheese into the eggs, her eyes drifted toward the doorway where she knew he would appear any minute. He...