Ivan had decided to be as matter-of-fact as he could. The more he acted horrified, the more Judy would feel that. Without comment or buildup, he held up a hand into frame. Judy’s hand went to her mouth and a whimper escaped. Unbidden, tears began to flow. Ivan felt his own eyes well up in response. “Ivan, I’m scared. Will it stop? Will you be able to come home?” Ivan gazed at his wife, the only woman he’d ever loved. He had no answer.
I could have felt something here. I didnt. I think its because i wasnt allowed to linger in the moment. I didnt get to see Judy try to reason or go through the stages of grief.
