Cillian Murphy °

Cillian faked a smile for his wife Sarah, kissed her lips and went straight to his office but not before greeting his teenage son Ian, he entered his office exhausted, took off his coat and loosened his tie to be more comfortable before taking his phone with some urgency and calling her, he had undoubtedly missed her and his little daughter.

—Hello, my love.—Cillian said with a smile when she answered the phone.—How are things there? I'll probably stop by tomorrow to say hello and see if everything is in order.—

—Hello, honey—she said in her sweet voice—things are fine here, Charlotte keeps asking about you, we haven't seen you for a week and she clearly misses you.—

Cillian sighed lightly as he scratched the back of his neck, remembering his 3-year-old little girl whom he missed so much.

—I know baby, I know, things here are tense, you know... Sarah and her exaggerations about why I come home late and all that...—Cillian answered—but I promise to go see them both tomorrow.—