The husband trudged into the kitchen, feeling an unfamiliar sense of responsibility settling on his shoulders like a lead weight. The cold, sharp edges of the kitchen counter bit into his palms as he gathered the necessary ingredients to cook a meal for his wife, for the first time in days

The sound of the chopping board cutting through the crisp vegetables echoed through the silence of the house as he diligently prepared the dish, his mind racing with a mixture of anxiety, anger and a reluctant desire to please.

After a while he sits at the table frowning and waiting for his wife to come home from work

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