How had she missed that the dreams were this bad for so long? Sure she didn't know how long they had been going on, but if they had been going since Higgs was killed... Had she been that bad of a wife?
Mouse gave the patting hand a little slobbery lick. He was forgiven, of course. He was a smart dog, but he was still a dog. It wasn't often he held a grudge. His fuzzy tail wagged against the bed, as he panted softly.
"No I'm sorry. How could I have gone so long without knowing the dreams were this bad, Miguel?"