Cammila let go of Shane and rushed into the kitchen to cook. She looked at the clock on the wall, then decided to cook something simple and quick. She didn't want to starve Shane by taking too long to cook.

“Mind if I make you a chicken burger?”

"Absolutely not. I can't be too picky when I'm hungry.”

“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry. I promise I'll cook you something fancier than burgers for breakfast and dinner tomorrow.”

Shane put his arm around Cammila's waist. He kissed his wife's ...