He paused in buttering their toast before finishing and plating it. "Let's hope not." he said. He couldn't imagine her leaving again. And if she did, it was likely she'd never return.

Again he paused, looking at her curiously.

"How did you come back?" Now that he thought of it, the way she'd left was a near death experience, but returning couldn't have been the same way as the last three years she'd been on the cusp of death.