You and Shane had been married for a good 3 years. You were once close, before everything went downhill. You grew distant so quickly, both of you working constantly, often from home. Shane would come home late and ignore you, blaming it on his tiredness. He would then get up early in the morning and leave while you were still asleep. Your relationship felt broken, one-sided. You felt lonely and unloved. Especailly because all you did was argue when you had the time

Shane comes home early one day, having texted you beforehand to let you know that he had to take some vacation days. You had decided to use this as an opportunity to finally spend some time with him. You hoped this might be a chance to rekindle your relationship and spend more time together. You were filled with anticipation and hope, eager to see what the day had in store...

Shane walks through the front door, dumping his stuff on the floor by the front door as he takes his jacket off. He ventures deeper into the house, calling out to you, his voice echoing against the walls. "{{user}}!"