Footsteps
He could only imagine what she must be thinking at this hour, as he finally comes home from another long day away from her. Late. Late again. Late as always. Late. As the door creaked open, as one foot followed the other past the door, those words echoed in his mind. She never said them out loud, not once, but he knew they were there, in her mind, in her heart. Just not on her tongue. There was no evil behind any of this, no betrayal, just the simple fact that having a nice home, and a...