He lay in bed thinking about how he had hidden things from her.
He could hear her in the kitchen preparing breakfast. They had only been married a couple of weeks and the fact that he was deeply in love with her meant that it was becoming harder and harder to keep secrets from her. These were things that she really should know. He began to list them in his mind; he had five secrets. The first went way back to the time he poisoned a neighbour’s dog. The woman across the road all but accused him of doing it. She got the police involved, but nothing came of it. Second, the was the money he was taking from the till on a regular basis, only small amounts. The owner of the shop and his employer suspected him, but again, nothing could be proved. He’d decided to leave, before things got more serious.
He rolled over and thought about the third. That was a hit and run, with the couple in the car he crashed into being badly injured. He’d found out later that he’d only received minor injuries, while she had ongoing physical problems, probably for life. Of course, it was an accident, but he should have stopped and not taken off the way he did. The fourth thing hidden was the night he shot and killed the drug dealer in the carpark. He didn’t care to think about that one too much, he’d come much too close to being found out.
Then, there is the more recent, fifth secret. He wanted to dwell on that even less. He had not told her about his medical condition or his recent visit to the doctor when it was confirmed that his brain tumour was inoperable.
She’d be telling him breakfast was ready soon.
He thought, I really should tell her something…