The Quiet End of Us
The car was eerily silent.
Joanna had always liked playing music while driving. She'd once told him it made her feel happier.
Details that had once been forgotten rushed back in like a broken dam.
Had she been unhappy in those days? Was it because of her illness? Or was it because her husband hadn't even noticed she was ill?
As Henley watched more footage, he began hearing coughs and dry heaves. The sound was muffled, as if she had been trying to suppress it. They sounded painful, almost as if she were choking on her own breath.