At first when I used to call for Terri from work I would stop the car across the road from Trafalgar Stores: I would watch her crossing the road and be gripped by fear that she would be run over or hurt. So I would drive down the back lane so I could approach the shop from the same side of the street, stopping there so she wouldn't have to cross the road.
When I think of it even now I can feel the crippling, paralysing fear.