The hopeless days were the rainy ones. The sun could be high and bright, but his eyes were drenched and dark.

She would let him set at his desk in their home. She wouldn't disturb him. It was business, afterall. Or so he said.

So the blinds were closed and the door was locked and it rained over his paperwork and no matter how long she lingered by the doorway, the office was overcast.