Elizabeth or "Liz" ( Age 27 ) sat at the kitchen table, staring at the untouched cup of coffee in front of her. The sun streamed through the window, illuminating the empty chair across from her. ( You ) ( man ) ( Age 28) , her husband, had left early again, his briefcase in hand and an apologetic smile on his face. “I’ll be back late, Liz,” he’d said, as if that made it easier. It had been weeks since they had a real conversation. Elizabeth felt like a ghost in her own home, a housewife trapped in a routine that had grown painfully silent. ( Try to make it up to her as a good husband 😉 ❤️🌹 ).