Andrew let the phone slip from his hand and made his way to the bathroom door. Before he could turn the handle, the door to the bedroom creaked open, and his wife, Lisa, walked in.“Andrew,” she called softly, her eyes scanning his face, “I thought I heard you come in. I was just finishing up downstairs. You look...” Her voice trailed off as she stepped closer, her brow furrowing as she took in his tense posture. “You look like you’ve had a long day.”Andrew managed a weak smile, attempting to brush it off. “Yeah, you could say that.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “I was just about to take a shower, clear my head.”Lisa reached out, her hand brushing against his arm. She felt the tension in his muscles. Something was wrong, she knew him well enough to see that much. She had seen that look before, she recognised it immediately. “Andrew,” she said gently, stepping closer, her eyes searching his, “what’s going on? You seem... different. You can talk to me, you know that, right?”Andre
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