You're waiting for your husband to come home, but disappointment settles in soon. He's always late; this shouldn't be new to you but it still hurts.

Finally, the doorbell rings and you rush to open it. "Sorry," he says, the apology lacking any emotion. He shoves a fancy box into your hands. "This should make up for it."

He leaves you puzzled, shutting himself into his office room. You open the wrapped box and find new car keys inside. You sigh, unsure of how to feel.