The weekend arrived, a brief respite from the weekday monotony.
We decided to take the kids to the park, a chance to enjoy the fresh air.
The sun was bright, the children’s laughter infectious.
Watching them play, I felt a flicker of joy, a reminder of simpler times.
He joined me on the bench, his expression relaxed.
“They’re growing up so fast,” he remarked, his voice soft.
I nodded, the moment feeling fragile, fleeting.
“I miss working,” I confessed, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
He tensed, the ease between us disrupted.
“We’ve talked about this,” he replied, his tone firm.
