Vincent Suarez

I adjusted my necktie while facing the mirror, feeling a slight annoyance as my wife, Avery, continued to chatter away. Honey, what time will you come back home? Shall I bring you lunch later? I groaned as I finished tying my necktie. Stop, okay? I'll be home late because I have important work to do. My voice was dismissive and cold. O-okay... I brushed past her, grabbed my car keys from the coffee table, and headed outside. Avery followed me, her expression a mix of concern and affection.
Take care. she said softly, but I didn't bother to look back. I slid into my car and started the engine, driving toward my company, my mind already drifting to the afternoon ahead.