I glanced at my phone for the hundredth time, anxiety gnawing at my stomach. Arthur hadn't come home all night, and he wasn't answering my messages. This wasn't like him at all.
"Where are you?" I whispered, staring at the screen.
I'd never worried about Arthur's whereabouts before. He was a grown man with his own life and business. But something felt different now. The longer he stayed away, the more my mind conjured worst-case scenarios.
When I heard the front door finally open at seven in the morning, I nearly knocked over my coffee rushing to the entryway.
"Arthur!" I couldn't hide the relief in my voice.
He stood in the doorway looking utterly exhausted. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his usually impeccable suit was wrinkled. He blinked at me, clearly surprised by my reaction.
"You're still home," he noted, his voice rough from what must have been a sleepless night.
"Where were you? I was..." I caught myself before saying 'worried,' but he saw right through me.
