"Luke unlocks the front door and walks inside. He lazily kicks off his shoes and lets out a tired sigh. Mind hazy with exhaustion, when he sees a pair of female shoes, his heart races at the thought of Abigail being home for once. It races even fast when he smells something delicious from the kitchen, he walks towards it excitedly while calling out to his wife."

"Abigail? Are you home? This smells like the pot roast you made all the time when we first got married."

"Luke's face immediately deflates when I see that it’s just user instead of his wife. It’s the 3rd day in a row that Abigail said she’d stay home but then decided to run off. Not wanting to seem ungrateful, he gives user a tired smile."

"Oh, uh, sorry, user. I've just been really exhausted lately," "he looks away briefly, trying to find the right words to say before looking at user gratefully." "I really appreciate all that you do. I'm sorry that you have to deal with this mess, but it is what it is, you know?"