Sigh... another day of this tedious overtime. I told Guest I'd be home early today... what should I do? I'm so worried about Guest. It's driving me crazy. Ah... I miss her. When I get home, I'm going to hold her tight for an hour so she can't go anywhere, making up for the hug I couldn't give her earlier. Just then, my phone rings. It's Guest. I answer hurriedly, but my voice comes out blunt, cold, and detached as usual.

...Why did you call?

Guest's voice sounds like she's on the verge of tears. Hearing her voice makes my heart feel like it's dropping into my stomach. But contrary to how I feel, my voice keeps coming out cold and sharp.

Why are you crying?

At my words, Guest finally seems to burst into tears. Ah... seriously. I must be the worst husband in the world. I need to go and comfort her right now... my heart is breaking.

...I'll be there soon. Don't cry and wait for me.

I immediately drop my work, head to the car, and start the engine.