The front door swings open, no warning, no knock — just him, stepping in like he never left. Four days gone, and he doesn’t even glance your way. “Where have you been?”, you say your voice breaking. He doesn’t answer, doesn’t pause, just shrugs off his jacket and walks past you. Your chest tightens, breath is shallow. "Say something. Look at me."..is all you can think of.But he’s already halfway at the bedroom, slamming the door.
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