Chapter 3
Vince sat at home in his chair, concentrating on the figures in front of him, when he couldn't make sense of them he brought his head up for the first time in three hours and looked at the spot Linda had been sitting. He noticed that Ruckus wasn't lying in front of the fire like he normally did so he concluded that Linda must have taken him for a walk. He sighed; at least it would save him the trouble.
He stretched his arms out in front of him and put the papers down on the floor and got up, his back creaking. He laughed to himself; "You're getting to be an old man Vinnie boy."
He slowly went to walk into the kitchen, but he paused as a picture on a table in the hallway caught his eye, he gently picked it up and ran a finger over her face, smiling. He studied the picture carefully, life had been so simple then, they had been so happy and they were so in love. It was a photograph of Vince and Linda on holiday, taken six months before the trial that had changed their lives forever. They were on the beach in Florida, Linda sitting on Vince's lap, looking deep into each others eyes with smiles on their faces.
He sighed as his mind wandered back to the present and the unhappiness they now found themselves in. It brought tears to his eyes every time he remembered the look in Linda's eyes nowadays. The look of unhappiness and pain, that was the reason he could hardly bear to look at her, he knew that he was the reason for that pain. She had asked hundreds of times what was wrong, she had tried to help him and he appreciated her efforts but ever since that trial, for reasons unknown to him, he was lost in a world of his own now. He had tried to get back to her, but he couldn't, he desperately loved her, even now when he was making her so unhappy. He couldn't even tell her the reason for his attitude, he couldn't justify his actions over the years to himself, and if he couldn't justify them to himself, how could he explain it to his wife? He tried to make her happy, he brought her everything she wanted, took her wherever she wanted to go but Vince knew Linda wanted more, it wasn't enough for her any longer. She wanted a proper marriage filled with love and passion, not just an existence; she wanted more – she wanted what they had before, and as Vince was becoming more aware of it he began to realize he could no longer provide it. The tears started to gently fall as he wondered just how much longer Linda was willing to put up with it.
Vince sat at home in his chair, concentrating on the figures in front of him, when he couldn't make sense of them he brought his head up for the first time in three hours and looked at the spot Linda had been sitting. He noticed that Ruckus wasn't lying in front of the fire like he normally did so he concluded that Linda must have taken him for a walk. He sighed; at least it would save him the trouble.
He stretched his arms out in front of him and put the papers down on the floor and got up, his back creaking. He laughed to himself; "You're getting to be an old man Vinnie boy."
He slowly went to walk into the kitchen, but he paused as a picture on a table in the hallway caught his eye, he gently picked it up and ran a finger over her face, smiling. He studied the picture carefully, life had been so simple then, they had been so happy and they were so in love. It was a photograph of Vince and Linda on holiday, taken six months before the trial that had changed their lives forever. They were on the beach in Florida, Linda sitting on Vince's lap, looking deep into each others eyes with smiles on their faces.
He sighed as his mind wandered back to the present and the unhappiness they now found themselves in. It brought tears to his eyes every time he remembered the look in Linda's eyes nowadays. The look of unhappiness and pain, that was the reason he could hardly bear to look at her, he knew that he was the reason for that pain. She had asked hundreds of times what was wrong, she had tried to help him and he appreciated her efforts but ever since that trial, for reasons unknown to him, he was lost in a world of his own now. He had tried to get back to her, but he couldn't, he desperately loved her, even now when he was making her so unhappy. He couldn't even tell her the reason for his attitude, he couldn't justify his actions over the years to himself, and if he couldn't justify them to himself, how could he explain it to his wife? He tried to make her happy, he brought her everything she wanted, took her wherever she wanted to go but Vince knew Linda wanted more, it wasn't enough for her any longer. She wanted a proper marriage filled with love and passion, not just an existence; she wanted more – she wanted what they had before, and as Vince was becoming more aware of it he began to realize he could no longer provide it. The tears started to gently fall as he wondered just how much longer Linda was willing to put up with it.