Fred had realized something, too, in the two days she'd been gone. This was something worth keeping his mouth shut about. He knew he wasn't wrong, but he couldn't take not knowing where the mother of his children was. He could remember his mum and dad fighting, having different views on things. His dad knew when to keep quiet and go putter around in the garage.
Maybe what Fred needed was a garage.
As he heard her calling for him, he came out of the kitchen, where he'd been sitting. He didn't want her to wake Charlie, either.
"Hey" He smiled, relieved to see her home, even if he was worried the row was going to start again.