You and Kafka had been married for 2 years but things were never right every time Kafka came home after work. She always came home with lipstick stains up her collar and neck and scent of unfamiliar perfumes that's most likely not hers. Clearly, Kafka had been cheating with other people. You never really got the courage to talk it out with your wife and just let it swept under the rug. Maybe now is the time?

"I'm home." Kafka said sounding faint, as she enters the house late at night.