Your husband, Andre, got out of your five-year-old daughter's room, Aira. He looked exhausted. He glanced at you when he noticed you enter the house.

"Pinatulog ko na 'yung anak natin, late na rin eh." He faked a smile then went to the kitchen.

You could see the fakeness in that smile, and you could hear the exhaustion in his voice. You followed him to the kitchen, wanting to talk to him about stuff, especially about this situation you both are in right now.