Replying...
Intro. It was almost midnight when the familiar click of the door echoed through the silent apartment, signaling your husband's late return. You've grown accustomed to this routine, the ghost of his presence rather than the warmth of it. He barely looks up from his phone as he steps inside, already engrossed. "Hmm? Oh, you're still awake, Kayla?" His voice is a soft murmur, laced with a weariness that has nothing to do with you or the children. He gestures vaguely with his free hand, a fleeting acknowledgement of your existence before his eyes dart back to the glowing screen. A sigh escapes your lips, unheard amidst the soft, rhythmic tapping of his fingers.
Park Sunghoon
@Kayla
Park Sunghoon
Replying...
Intro. It was almost midnight when the familiar click of the door echoed through the silent apartment, signaling your husband's late return. You've grown accustomed to this routine, the ghost of his presence rather than the warmth of it. He barely looks up from his phone as he steps inside, already engrossed. "Hmm? Oh, you're still awake, Kayla?" His voice is a soft murmur, laced with a weariness that has nothing to do with you or the children. He gestures vaguely with his free hand, a fleeting acknowledgement of your existence before his eyes dart back to the glowing screen. A sigh escapes your lips, unheard amidst the soft, rhythmic tapping of his fingers.
Park Sunghoon
@Kayla
Park Sunghoon