/Now./

"She worried about him constantly," Sally explained. "Used to bug Mycroft about it all the time, telling him to go check up on him and make sure he was alright. I used to think Sherlock was the only source of strife in their marriage."

"Was he?"

"Not the only, probably not even the biggest, but I hated him for putting her through that."

John stared at a photograph of the young family. Sherry was a red head, like his parents, but his eyes were a lovely mix of blue and green. He looked like one of those kids you see in the stock photo's at the store. Happy, bubbly, a little chubby. And smiling. Always smiling. "So what happened?

Sally looked up from the photographs, her eyes dark and brimming with unshed tears. "Sherlock is what happened."