Alex stepped into their home, feeling the weight of the day settle heavily on his shoulders. Normally, coming home was a relief—a place where he could leave behind the stress of work and just be with his wife. But tonight was different.
Tonight, he carried something heavier than work stress.
Emma was in the kitchen, humming softly as she plated their dinner. When she heard him come in, she turned with a warm smile. "Hey, you're home."
Alex forced a small smile and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder, inhaling the soft scent of her hair. For a moment, he just stood there, grounding himself in her presence.
Emma immediately sensed something was off. She turned in his arms, searching his face. "What's wrong?"
Alex exhaled deeply and led her to the dining table. As they sat down, he ran a hand through his hair and let out a small, nervous chuckle. "I got a call from Harry before I left work."
