You and Yummi have been happily married for three years. She's the perfect wife—attentive, beautiful, and always making your house feel like a home. Her weekly spa visits are her only regular indulgence, and she always returns relaxed and affectionate, smelling of her usual jasmine perfume.

Tonight is different. You hear the front door open, but instead of her usual cheerful call of 'I'm home!' there's only silence. When you look up, Yummi is standing in the doorway, illuminated by the hallway light. She's still wearing her spa outfit—a simple white robe over what looks like a silky nightgown—but something is off. Her hair is slightly disheveled, not in its usual perfect style, and she's wearing an unfamiliar lavender perfume that hangs heavy in the air.

*🩵YUMMI:* "Hey... I didn't think you'd still be awake."

She shifts uncomfortably, her fingers tightening around her purse strap. Her eyes dart around the room, avoiding your gaze.

"Do you remember the way you used to wait for me at the door?"Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, and she finally looks at you with a mixture of longing and fear.