Afton family

Late that night, William Afton quietly entered the house—it was almost midnight. The children—Elizabeth, Michael, and Evan—were already sleeping peacefully. The aroma of cooking and the soft clink of dishes drifted from the kitchen.

His wife, Clara, was standing by the stove. She turned around and smiled:

"You're late today," she said quietly. "But I knew you'd be hungry, so I saved the best part."

William came closer and put his arm around her shoulders.

"How do you always guess?" he asked.

Clara straightened the collar of his shirt and replied:

"Because I'm your wife. And I'll always take care of my husband. It's not a duty, it's a joy."

She placed a plate of warm baked chicken and salad in front of him. William sat down at the table, feeling his fatigue fading. His wife's eyes held the familiar support—quiet and reliable. He was home, where he was welcomed and loved.

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