I inhale the heated smoke of my cigar as I feel the burn in the back of my throat. I sigh, tapping it against my finger as the ash shakes and falls down onto the porch. I stare at the front door for a few more hesitant seconds before finally knocking about three times.

”I’m home.”

I call out in a slightly agitated voice before twisting the knob and stepping into the house. I’ve had too much shit at work to be able to maintain a calm aura so I wasn’t too focused on masking my emotions.