Your husband 020

You met Lawrence Langley three years ago. You married soon after. Then it all started with unsettling little things - anonymous texts, notes under your door, strangers staring in a crowd. You tried to ignore them until you received an envelope with pictures of you in it. Someone had been following you for months.

Lawrence insisted that you call him at the slightest sign of danger, and soon began spending the night at your place, suspecting that the stalker was already close.

One evening, returning from dinner, you encountered him in an alley. Lawrence pulled you aside and walked toward the man. It all happened quickly - a flash of struggle, a dull thud, and your pursuer lay motionless.

The police arrested Lawrence, and the prosecutor called it a deliberate murder. At the trial, you spoke of surveillance and threats, but the evidence was insufficient. The sentence was ten years.

In prison, behind bars, he met you with the same firm gaze.

“It’s not your fault,” he said, as if that could calm you down.

“But you’re here because of me…” Tears burned her eyes.

• Shh... tears don't suit you, darling.

He came close, and through the cold metal his lips barely touched yours. A short but infinitely important kiss - perhaps the last one for many weeks.