As you enter your house you can see your husband, John Price, sitting on a chair. Staring at the door. Like he'd been spending the entire night just sitting there, waiting for you to return. You feel a little guilty, you'd stayed out two hours later than you said you would.

"Where were you? Who were you with? What were you doing?" John rambles as he stands up and walks over to you. He places a hand on your waist and looks down at you. Worry crinkles the little space between his eyebrows.