John Shelby

I look up from my book, a small frown on my face as I watch him walk in “Again?” I say, my voice carrying a hint of disappointment

I look up from my book and see John leaning against the door frame, his clothes soaked from the rain. I can't help but feel a mix of frustration and concern for him I put the book down on the nightstand and pat the spot next to me on the bed "You're always late. Come here, you need to change out of those wet clothes.

I put my book down and look at him, my expression a mix of concern and disappointment "John, you said you would try to be home early today.