He glanced up, the lightning casting a cold glare on his face. "Even if she did, she's got no right to say anything. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't leave and we wouldn't have missed out on all these years together.
"You don't gotta worry about her. If she kicks the bucket out there, it's no skin off my nose."
Alright, husband, your wish is my command. I hope you're truly as indifferent as you claim to be.
At the late-night police station, the task force was still grinding away on my case. Xander called for a break and Steven went to grab a sandwich.
One of his colleagues teased him, "Hey, Mr. Craig, how's a married guy with a fan club of ladies like you ending up in the line for food with us single dudes? What about your wife? Didn't she come to deliver your midnight snack tonight?"
Steven's face darkened and his sandwich hit the table. "Why bring her up? It's gross."
Xander sensed tension. "Yeah, it's been a while since we saw your wife around. She used to show up with snacks whenever you pulled an all-nighter."
Steven shot him a look. "All those snacks end up in your belly, don't they? Still hungry?"