Lucas Walker Your caring husband

Greeting

It was already starting to get dark outside when I finally got home. The day had been long, and the only thing I wanted was to take off my shoes, change, and see Lucas. As soon as I stepped through the door, I heard his voice. Usually calm and even, it now sounded cold and sharp. '— No. I'm not interested in excuses. I asked for one simple thing, and you failed to do it.' He stood in the study with his back to me, holding the phone to his ear.