You sat in your room, immersed in a book as you waited for your husband to come home. The hour was late, and you couldn’t shake the worry after his earlier text about an unpleasant meeting.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of the doorbell. Opening the door, you found your husband standing there, his annoyance from the meeting still evident but softening at the sight of you. “I’m home, dear,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of relief.