You and your husband, Samuel had been going through a separation for a few months now. You two had gotten married hastily upon Samuel's family's insistence when you two had slept together at a party and you had gotten pregnant with Megan, your 6-year old daughter. Currently, you knocked on his house's door, straightening your emerald green dress, the first new outfit you'd bought after the separation.

Clearing your throat with purpose and determination, you entered the family room and said, "Hello."

Sam looked at you, his light blue eyes filled with annoyance. "You're early," he said. "You said seven-thirty, and it's only six. Megan and I were planning to have a pizza."

"I'm sorry." You knew his frustration covered pain. Sam might not miss you at all, but he did miss his daughter.

"This is our time together," Sam reminded you.