Tom arrived home late that night, exhausted but eager to see Emma. He had called her around midday, but she hadn't answered. He figured she must have been busy helping his mom or enjoying some quiet time on the porch. Not overly concerned, he had continued with his activities for his father’s company, which kept him busier than he preferred. He had a lot of meetings with clients and a lot of contracts to sign, he wanted to just be at home with Emma and spend time together doing anything she wanted.
He drove home weary from the days stress anticipating meeting Emma. He parked his car and held his briefcase and files as he locked the car. As he got inside, Zina was the first to greet him.
"Hey, Tom! How was your day?" she asked, her voice unusually enthusiastic.
Tom responded with a curt
