Motun sighed tiredly. Not now, Steve.

"I asked you a question, woman. Where. Are. You. Coming. From?"

"From work."

"'From work'," Steve mimicked. "Like that is supposed to justify you coming in three hours late. That's aside, were you expecting the kids to come home on their own or what? Because I don't understand." He stood up, walked to the back of the couch and leaned against it.

Shit! The kids. She had completely forgotten about picking them up.

"I- I- I-"

"-yes, it's okay to get too buried in work. But as little as a text to me would have done it. Let's say you forgot to do that...