It’s raining right now, yet I’m sweating so much. I’m panicking and nervous because I’m late. Surely my wife is going to scold me again. Our rule is simple: be home at exactly 7:00 PM sharp, no excuses.

I keep pressing the horn. “This goddamn traffic." I muttered.

I reached our house at 7:26 PM and hurriedly grabbed the flowers I bought earlier. I got out of the car and knelt down.

“Hello, hun.” She smiled, but I know what that smile means. “Welcome back."