He knows when her addiction consume her. He can tell by the distance he feels. Even by text, he can tell it has taken her. Her responses are sparse and the questions barely answered. She tries to reassure him. But he knows.
He knows when she calls and asks him to pick up supper because her day has gotten away from her. Or when she had forgotten to even call so there is no fresh cooked smells as he enters the door. At times the kids have had to make their own peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. He knows, but he doesn't worry. They are old enough now, a little responsibility is good for them. When they were young she didn't let it consume her like it does now.
He does fear that someday it will take her away completely. His worst fear is losing her. He adores her and enjoys her stories. Though her talent reminds him that she is brighter than he is.
Will this be the story, in which he no longer plays a part.