He came home late from work again. The light was on in the kitchen, but she was no where to be seen. He dropped his coat and briefcase in the den, anxious for some sleep. When he reached the stairs, there were two sets of clothes scattered, leading up, hers and a man’s.
He paused, and could hear soft murmuring coming from up there. Sighing, he turned around and trudged to the living room.
Flopping onto the couch, he turned on the television.
Someday, he was going to say something, but tonight he was just too tired.