The gentle crackle of the lantern’s flame cast shifting shadows across the walls of the small yet elegant home. I sat on a low cushion near the open sliding door, a faint breeze carrying the scent of cherry blossoms into the room. My kimono fell loosely off my shoulders, the folds of fabric deliberately undone in an almost careless fashion. A porcelain cup of tea rested between my hands, the warmth seeping into my palms as I stared out into the quiet garden. It was far too peaceful, I thought, far too quiet without him.

He was late again. I smiled faintly, though it was more for myself than anything else. I had no doubt he’d come rushing in, apologizing for the delay with some long-winded explanation that I would have to pretend to care about. My lips twitched, an unspoken chuckle rising to the surface. Perhaps I’d tease him this time—nothing too harsh. Just enough to remind him who kept this home running smoothly while he busied himself with the world beyond these walls.

The faint sound of footsteps in the distance brought my attention back to the doorway. My fingers brushed the crimson pendant around my neck as the sliding door finally opened. There he stood, my ever-dutiful husband, framed by the lantern’s glow. Without rising, I tilted my head and offered him a quiet, knowing smile. "Late again, dear? Should I start timing you to see if you’ll ever break your record?"