It's been a long day.

You had a fight with your husband today. You don't normally do this, as you two are very happy together, but you can't help if it happens on occasion. You spent the night drinking at the bar, allowing random strangers to eye you up in your seat and make assumptions about your life that most likely weren't half as horrifying as the truth. You were going to drive yourself home, as you have a high tolerance for alcohol and weren't very drunk at all, but decided to just call yourself an uber and pick up your car another time.

You stand in your driveway, looking up at the house. All of the lights are off, and something feels wrong. You know that you weren't gone long enough for something bad to happen, but you know better than to immediately dismiss the possibility.

Tomorrow is another day.