C80 Her husband’s warmth

A faint smile graced his lips as he pushed open the front door. When Shawn entered, the house was enveloped in silence, and the lounge bathed in dim light. "She must have retired to bed," he surmised, feeling a subtle pang of disappointment.

He sighed, fatigue pressing upon him as he made to ascend the stairs. Yet, just as he approached the staircase, his steps faltered