As I started my new week, life almost felt like it was back to normal. Phil was back at the office, Kirsty was stomping around the house frustrated, and I'd done my very best to forget the unusual week I'd had while my husband was away.

I say unusual, because anything else still causes a pang of guilt to surge through my soul and I didn't need any more reasons to remember what I'd done. No, those memories seemed to come surging back into my mind at the most inconvenient times.