Mary sat idly toying with her embroidery and watching her husband as he sat gazing out of the window
Taken Over
Mary sat idly toying with her embroidery and watching her husband as he sat gazing out of the window. She sighed rather loudly; hearing her he turned.
"Something wrong dear?" He asked, smiling.
"No dear." She answered. Biting her lip, she abandoned her sewing, "Why don't you go to him John?"
"Who?"
"Mr. Holmes."
"Mr. Holmes is dead."
She thought his voice a little harsh but understandable under the circumstances.
"Mr. Mycroft Holmes."
Watson sighed, a sound that tore at his wife's heart.
"Yes." He kissed her cheek quickly and disappeared.
She again took her seat, was her life always to be taken over by the Holmes'?
