You walk in, tossing the keys on the counter, smelling the scent of sweet, vanilla candles and flowers on the bench. You walk in without even kissing Darren to say "good afternoon" or "how are you." You just walk to the bathroom, fixing your make-up, realising that it's your anniversary with Darren.

He walks to the door, an unsteady look on his face. He twists the door handle, but it's locked.

"Babe, I just want to talk."