She had wasted her life away on phone psychics and daytime television; anything to pass the time.

With still no child to fill her life, she had spent every day waiting for him to get home. She dreaded the day when he wouldn’t, though she knew it would come. He wouldn’t live forever and life in the force guaranteed that even further. Every day people shot at him for doing his job, trying to take away the most important part of her world. The only part of her world.

She felt sicker and sicker with every minute that he was late.

Why hadn’t he called?

What would she be without him?

How could she stop everything from collapsing around her?

How could she go on?

She needed him. She needed to feel his protecting embrace. She needed him to kiss her fears away. She needed to fall asleep in his arms…

She heard a knock at the door. She remembered that he had forgotten his key.

She stood up and ran across the room like a child on Christmas morning. She threw open the door and was faced by two officers with solemn faces and the red and blue lights flashing on their car in her driveway.

“Mrs. Everett, I’m sorry to inform you…There’s been an accident.”

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I know it's short, where should I expand...?