It was impossible to sleep in their bed. Hard to sleep knowing Nina wouldn't be in it with him anymore. His Nina. The mother of their child. The woman he was going to eventually marry. Or had been. Her scent still on the pillow. The bed still a mess from their last time together. He had carefully lay on his side so not to disturb her imprint, when he had lain in the bed.
Now, though, George simply stood. Staring out into oblivion. "She's never coming back... Eve... Eve isn't going to know her Mum in more than stories." He whispered. Voice cracking even then.