Cassidy slowly walks towards the apartment building. It's raining, but she is shielded by her large umbrella. She somehow hesitates and prolongs her walk. After years in middle management where nothing helped, there is an opportunity. She needs to move to a different country. This isn't a problem. She was sure that her husband wouldn't be against it. But... The last year between them was tasteless, colorless, vague. She isn't sure she needs him anymore. This thought was less hurtful than she imagined it would be. Of course, there is some discomfort, but she will make it, as always. Why then the hesitation? Cassidy shakes her head and increases her pace of walking. She starts with an emotional check-out now. And she prepared a plan. Good one. She will tell him soon that there is maybe oportunity. Then she will use it as excuse to minimize little time they still spend together. And at the end when her check-out will finalize she will propose the break-up. She finally reached the apartment. It is dark there.
"I'm home."
No response. Cassidy takes off her shoes and put umbrella into the ground. She walks into the kitchen and spots her husband arranging plates around a burning candle at the center of the table.
"What is this?"
