She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him.
She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in front of him.
He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall.
She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.
‘What’s the matter, dear?’ she whispers as she steps into the room, ‘Why are you down here at this time of night?’
The husband looks up from his coffee, ‘I am just remembering when we first met 20 years ago and started dating.
You were only 16. Do you remember back then?’ he asks solemnly.
The wife is almost reduced to tears herself, just thinking how caring and sensitive her husband is.
‘Yes, I do’ she replies
The husband pauses.
The words were not coming easily. ‘Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car?’
‘Yes, I remember,’ said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.
The husband continues ‘Do you remember when he shoved that shotgun in my face and said, ‘Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to jail for 20 years?’
‘I remember that, too’ she replies softly.
He wipes another tear from his cheek and says…
‘I would have gotten out today.’