Standing in the entryway, I felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Where had the warm, happy home we once had gone?

The lingering smell of smoke hit me as soon as I walked in.

I frowned and slipped on my slippers.

"You’re back," Christopher said, unsurprisingly, waiting in the living room.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he greeted me with a cold, indifferent tone.

I had expected him to beg ...