"Em? I'm here." He hopes she doesn't notice that he doesn't say home, but truthfully this isn't home. "Em?" He walks into their bedroom and notices a white paper on the pillow.
Sam,
Gone for milk, I wanted to make muffins but I couldn't without the milk, if I'm not back before 8 I've gone to Sue's.
Tell me about your day when I get home.
I love you.
Love,
Emily
He reads the note twice before ripping it to pieces, her perfect little curly writing annoyed him. He wished she wasn't so…perfect. Maybe if she was less…girly he would be better, but that's Emily. He's never wished she was different before, he wonders what this means. But he doesn't have time to figure it out before the door bell rings, then everything changes, forever.