As the train pulled into my station, the doors slid open with a hiss. I stepped onto the deserted platform, the cold air biting through my suit jacket. My house was only a ten-minute walk away, but I found myself standing still, staring at the map of the neighborhood.
"I’m staying late at the office again," she had told me this morning, her eyes avoiding mine as she adjusted her blouse. "The Manager needs the quarterly reports finished by tomorrow. Don't wait up." [Doraias_Kazuyo]_Ore_no_Tsuma_wa_Joushi_no_Ie_d...
I wanted to believe her. I wanted to be the supportive husband who didn't question why those "reports" required her to be at our boss's private residence until two in the morning. I wanted to ignore the way she smelled of a cologne I didn't own when she finally crept into bed, or the way she flinched if I touched her shoulder too suddenly. As the train pulled into my station, the