4.TOBEN ARRIVED HOME a little later than usual that evening. He whipped his car into the driveway of his two-story suburban home and parked next to his wife’s minivan. Looking at the house, he released a deep exhale before slowly exiting the car and going inside. The lingering aroma of dinner met him at the door.
Toben smiled. “Kristi?” he called, shutting and locking the door behind him. He walked towards the kitchen, turning into the living room. “Krist—,” he started, but stopped short when he saw her sitting on the couch, in the darkness, palming her forehead.
Toben quickly walked over, sat next to her, and put his arm around her. “What’s wrong?”
Kristi sniffled. She rubbed the back of her hand across her nose and looked at him. Her eyes were red. “Nothing, just another day for me,”
