Of course she was disappointed. She was his wife, and he was just going to leave without saying goodbye? And he was always at workβ¦ She knew he had a lot to do, but he was rarely ever home these days. And it hurt. Not that she wanted him to know that. She would keep those thoughts from him the best she could, if only to not see the pain in his eyes when he read themβ¦
βDid you eat breakfast?β she asked softly, watching him as he moved.