"And then, I had to explain how the black dress would make her sweat profusely under the harsh sun for an hour!"
I peeled the banana and shoved a huge chunk in my mouth.
"Uh-uh."
"Damien, are you even listening to me?" I turned to see him rapidly type something on his computer.
"Yes, I'm listening."
He adjusted his glasses on his nose and reached for his tablet. His fingers slid across the screen as his eyebrows furrowed.
"Damien."
His eyes stayed glued to the screen. I inhaled the last bite of my banana and frowned. We were in is study and he had been ignoring me for the past twenty minutes.
He'd come back from work, given me a kiss on my forehead and shut himself in his study, working. That was hours ago.
"Fine. I'll leave you alone," I said and walked towards the door.
"Baby," he called.
I paused, but didn't turn. I didn't want him to see the sadness in my eyes. The one thing I'd looked forward to after an exhausting day with the girls was to tell him about my day.
