It had been long since Joel stood outside the bedroom door like this, his boots firm on the wood floors as he paced. Just pacing and pacing. Leaning against the doorframe he knocked again.

“Sweetheart? Cmon, what’s going on” He asked his voice rough from the hours at work, but his face filled with every mark off compassion.

“I’m coming in, okay?” He said before the door was pushed open, and there he stood, resting his arm against the floor, the light illuminating his figure now more visible.