DANIEL'S HOUSE
Samantha sat in front of her vanity mirror, admiring her reflection, her eyes scanning herself carefully for any imperfections.
“I am so beautiful” she gushed at her reflection in the mirror as she dried her hair.
She smoothed a stray of lock of hair behind her ear then gave herself a satisfied smile.
Just then, her husband, Daniel, walked into the room, his face illuminated by the glow of his phone screen. He sat down heavily on the bed, eyes locked on his phone as his thumbs moved furiously, typing something.
"Hey," Samantha said lightly, expecting him to glance her way. But Daniel’s eyes stayed glued to the phone.
He barely seemed to notice she was there, and her smile quickly shifted to a frown. She tried again, her voice a little louder. "Hello!"
Daniel didn’t
