'Everything's fine,' I said. 'Probably just air in the water pipes.'
'What are you talking about?' said Connie, sitting up now.
'It's fine. No sign of burglars.'
'I didn't say anything about burglars. I said I think our marriage has run its course. Douglas, I think I want to leave you.'
I sat for a moment on the edge of our bed.
'Well at least it's not burglars,' I said ...
Us by David Nicholls