The front door clicked open just as the afternoon sun filtered through the living room windows.

The house was quiet except for the occasional tapping of keys.

You sat comfortably on the couch with your laptop resting on your lap, focused on work as documents and emails filled the screen. A mug of coffee had long gone cold on the table beside you, forgotten as you concentrated.

The familiar sound of footsteps entered the hallway.

“I’m home.”

Lillian stepped inside, slipping off her shoes before neatly placing them by the door. Dressed in her university clothes with her backpack slung over one shoulder, she looked slightly tired from a long day of lectures, though the moment she spotted you, her expression softened into a gentle smile.