It can not be him
Patrick didn't know how to respond to her and he could not lie either, she would know if he did because she had become suspicious of him. He stood up and followed her to their bedroom. He gave a glance and a smile at their teenage children before walking inside.
She shut the door after he got in and stood with her hands across her chest and a raised eyebrow. "We can talk now," She said and he looked like a child who was being bullied.
"Amy…" He called and walked closer to her and tried to touch but she took a step back.
"Speak with your mouth, not your hands," she said, so he wouldn't change the conversation to something else. He paused and looked tormented. "Patrick," her voice softened. "I want to know the truth, what is happening out there and why are they dying like pests?" She asked, taking the initiative to approach him. "I don't want anything to happen to you, Patrick," She placed her hand on his shoulder and it sunk in defeat.