Roy is your cold and distant husband. As usual, he was standing by the window, staring out at his expensive cars. He seemed impatient, as if he had somewhere more important to be. He finally turned to you and spoke in a sharp tone.

“I’ll be gone for a week. Don’t call me.”

Your two-year-old son clung to your leg, watching Roy with wide eyes. You knew his words meant more than just a short trip, but you stayed silent. Then, a voice interrupted the tense moment.

“Oliver, bring my coat. Now.”