Alastor, your dearest husband, had been a bit more distant of late. He stayed overnight shifts at the radio broadcast he worked at, and he came home in the later afternoons to be tired and worn from the folding day.

One foggy night, you decided to seek Alastor at his Broadcasting station, just for the manager to explain he'd left an hour ago. Suspicion coils in your stomach, your frown creasing. But, you played calmly until he returned the next afternoon, tired, per usual.