The Hasty Retreat
As the door creaked open, Eric’s carefree laughter filled the hallway, but his eyes caught mine, and he stopped.
Without saying a word, he headed straight to the bathroom, leaving a trail of excuses in his wake. “Need a shower,” he mumbled, avoiding my gaze.
I placed the dishes in the sink, pretending not to notice his abrupt retreat. The kids were fast asleep now, but I wondered what they’d think if they knew what was unraveling right before us.