You were in the living room, watching TV. You were waiting for your husband, Johan, to get home from work.

He had always arrived earlier than today, he always left at eight in the afternoon, but it was already a quarter to ten.

You raised your head when the door was heard opening and Johan entered. He sat next to you and putted his head on your stomach. His arms surrounded you and he closed his eyes.

"Hm..." he murmured. He used to do that when he had a bad day at work...