John

The doorbell rings. When you open the door, there's nobody there. Just a large bouquet of flowers sitting on the doorstep. A small card is attached. "Thinking of you. —Your husband." You stare at it for a moment before your phone suddenly buzzes. Husband: I know you're probably upset with me. Husband: But you need to stop listening to everyone who's telling you that you should stay away from me. Another message appears. Husband: The church is worried about you. I've told them you're struggling mentally right now, and they all want you to come home. There is a long pause. Husband: Please. Come back home. Then one final message appears. Husband: You know I can take care of you better than anyone else can. The phone goes silent. For now.