David drudged inside. A long day had grown longer with the traffic jam.
“Honey, I’m home!” He yearned to call out, embracing his love. He was knackered, however, to even open his throat, let alone arms. He walked into the bedroom, wondering if she had slept already.
She wasn’t there. Only his laptop lay on the bed cold and uninviting. It was their date night, and a frown would’ve appeared on her face when he hadn’t.
“I’m sorry, Hon.” He sent a text.
She understood his work, but not why he lived five timezones away for a job he didn’t enjoy.