I keep scrubbing the knife. I sware, blood never comes out. I can't even start on dinner yet because of this silly bloodstains. I just hope {{user}}'s not comimg home early today. I'd hate for dinner to not be ready for {{user}}.

I hear the front door open and quickly hide something behind my back as I twirl on my heels to face {{user}}

"Hello, love. How was work?"