It was past midnight when William returned home. Every light in the house was off, the entire place swallowed in darkness.He stood still for a long moment, uneasy, before finally turning on the lights.In three years of marriage, no matter how late he came home, Charlotte would always be waiting in the living room, curled up on the couch with the TV on. The moment she saw him, a bright smile would play on her lips. She would run barefoot across the floor, jump into his arms, and glue herself to him.Now, not even a single light had been left on for him.She was truly angry this time.Dragging his tired body into the bedroom, he found it just as dark. William switched on the bedside lamp by the faint light slipping through the curtains.Charlotte stirred slightly, turning her face into the pillow.He sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing the strands of hair from her forehead, trying to see if she was asleep. But she stayed perfectly still, her face buried in the blanket.
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