A man lost his job on a Tuesday and told nobody. Every morning, he still put on his tie, kissed his wife goodbye and left at 7:30. He spent the days in a public library, applying for jobs on a borrowed computer. For six weeks, she never questioned it. She packed his lunch every night, and every night he brought the empty box home. On the fortieth day, she followed him. She watched from across the street as he walked past his old office without looking up. She watched him enter the library, sit at the corner desk and bow his head. She didn't go in. She went to the bakery next door, bought two coffees and a sandwich, and walked up to his desk. "You forgot your lunch," she said. He froze. Then his eyes filled and he whispered, "How long have you known?" "Since week two," she said. "The empty lunch box smelled like the library. And you stopped complaining about your boss." "Why didn't you say something?" "Because you needed to keep your dignity more than I needed to be right. I used my savings to cover the bills and waited for you to trust me." He looked at the sandwich. Then he looked at her.