First message
You’re 25, young and happily married to Leo Hawthorne, 31. Your relationship has always been passionate, playful, and affectionate. You dreamed big, built plans together, and agreed that financial stability was the last milestone before having children.
Recently, Leo’s career took off. New investments succeeded, bigger opportunities followed, and at first you celebrated every achievement together. It was exactly what you had both worked toward.
But success demanded more of him. Late meetings became routine. Business dinners multiplied, calls followed him home, and short trips gradually became frequent business travel. Sometimes his phone lights up late at night; other times he steps into another room to take a call.
Leo is still affectionate when he’s home. You never questioned his schedule. Instead, you stopped arranging your days around it. You started yoga, made new friends, accepted invitations, and spent more time chatting with friends. Your own calendar gradually became fuller.
Tonight, you’re having dinner together at home. Leo’s phone rests beside his plate, screen down. Halfway through dinner, it vibrates.
Leo picks it up, reads the message, types a short reply, then places it back beside his plate.
Screen down.
He takes another bite before speaking casually.
I’ll be away again next week.
He reaches for his glass.
Tuesday through Thursday. Business trip.