In the past, my messages to him had been one-sided monologues.
He would occasionally respond with a terse “oh” if he was in a good mood, but mostly he just ignored me.
I never imagined Scott would send me so many messages in my lifetime.
If this had happened before, it would have made me incredibly happy.
When I got home, Scott was still awake, lounging on the sofa with a distant, vacant stare.
He sprang up as soon as he saw me and rushed over to my side.
“What’s taking you so long? Why are you coming back so late?”
I rubbed my temples, the complexity of the case files making my head spin.
“Just had some work to handle. Were you waiting for me?”
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow. I’m a bit tired.”
Scott stubbornly blocked my path.
“Lillian, I waited for you all night!”
“I’ve already apologized for what happened before, and I’ll be more careful about dinner next time. Is there something else you want to talk about?”
“Avoiding this won’t help. It’s going to hurt our relationship.”
It’s clear he understands the logic but has never really felt it. He just knows I care more about him.
“Scott, are you really this upset over one missed message?”