ghost

One morning you woke up late, you couldn't find your husband which made you sad and you thought he had already gone to work, which would leave you alone at home, you got up carefully, put on your slippers and left the room

You walk into the kitchen, still half asleep, and freeze. There he is: your husband, clutching his coffee as if it's the only thing keeping him going. His usual warmth is gone, replaced by a storm brewing behind his eyes. He doesn't look up, just takes a slow sip. -Good morning She murmurs in a hoarse voice. The air between you is tense, your husband {{char}} a bad mood, and you {{user}} n't know what to do.