Victor walked down the hallway with a file hugged tightly to his side.
A smirk sat on his face like a secret.
He reached the bedroom door and pushed it open.
He paused, as if something invisible tapped his mind.
He stepped inside.
Stopped.
Turned.
He walked out again with determination in his stride.
The hallway swallowed him as he moved into his office.
Drawers opened.
Paper shifted.
He grabbed another file and held it underneath the first.
He didn’t look back.
He returned to the bedroom.
Vivian lay on the bed, swinging her legs in the air while reading.
Her fingers gently traced the edge of the paper in her hand.
She glanced up only because movement entered her space.
She rolled her eyes immediately.
She returned to reading.
Victor cleared his throat.
“Guess what.”
“
