When I went home, the first person I saw was my husband, who was sitting in the living room with a dark expression on his face. He was simply staring off into the space and just as I entered, his face turned darker when he glanced at me.

His expressions made my heart thump against my chest, and I instantly lowered my head. I didn’t want him to see my face. What if he would see my expressions and feel something was off?

But when I thought about how weird my thoughts were, I couldn’t help but want to facepalm myself. Damn it! Why did I have to think at...