Clues
Henry arrived home and saw Chantal who was waiting for him on a couch.
“Babe, you’re back.” She beamed. “The food is on the table, come..”
Henry sluggishly let her lead him to the dining room.
“How was work?” She casually asked as she sipped tea.
He frowned. “Not good. The company is not doing well. The stocks have been declining, clients have pulled out one by one. We only have a few models in the company left.”
Chantal closed her eyes, worry etched on her face as she caressed her growing belly. In 3 weeks, her baby would be born. She became increasingly worried as to how her child would grow up as they’re facing this financial crisis.
“I’m sure you’d be able to figure it out, babe.” She spoke. Her words were meant to motivate him but even to her, it sounded empty.
He grunted. ‘You have no idea..’
After having his meal, he went upstairs to clean up and get ready for bed. He didn’t care whether Chantal was following him or not. He was too tired.