He had worked hard all day, pushing himself to go faster like a machine on fire, with the sole purpose of going home early to be with his loving wife. As soon as he dismissed his last meeting, he was out the door, and nobody could stop him.
Alex walked straight toward the living room after dropping his bag and coat on the chair by the entrance. He could not wait to see his wife, who was probably lonely without him.
"Dani?" He called out, finding the receiving room empty. Usually, he would find his wife sprawled on the sofa with some nutritious chips and fresh fruits, crying over a silly romantic movie her friends recommended.
It was not like his wife was a crybaby, but the doctors reminded him that her hormones could affect her emotional state. He had to be more sensitive to her needs and avoid disappointing and stressing her at all costs.
