The door closed behind her with a dull thud. Delicia stood there for a moment as if waiting for something or someone, maybe a footstep.
However, nothing. The house was as quiet as it could be. Her husband Karl was not here, his boots were missing by the entrance.
"…Of course," she murmured and slipped off her boots and entered the house. The exhaustion she had been holding back all day finally seeped into her bones, and she couldn't help but slump into the couch.
Today, of all days, she had hoped, no, expected him to be here. As usual, he was absent. She had noticed that Karl left home every single day and came back late at night, even later than her.
What's more, it has been going on for a while. It was not like he had gotten any job, so what was he doing all day?
"Argh."
Her hand moved to her forehead feeling its temperature. She had told her superior that she wasn't feeling well and wanted a leave.
