I could feel Daniel slipping away. We’d just found out I was pregnant with our first baby, I’d hoped this would bring us closer, make him want to be home more. But he’d been so distant. Always working late, taking one business trip after another.
«Daniel,» I’d say, «can we talk tonight? Just… catch up?»
He’d look at me with tired eyes and give a faint smile. «I’d love to, but it’s just been so busy, you know?»
Busy. Always «busy.» I missed him. I missed us. Some nights, I lay awake next to him, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’d done something wrong. Wondering if he still wanted this. If he still wanted me.
One evening, after a week-long trip, Daniel came home looking more exhausted than ever. He barely mumbled a «Hey,» dropped his suitcase, and headed straight for the shower. I was used to him brushing me off by now, but tonight was different.
Something was gnawing at me. I felt uneasy like there was something he wasn’t telling me, something lurking just out of reach.
When he finally came to bed, he turned his back to me and almost instantly fell asleep. I lay there for a few minutes, just listening to his breathing. Then, I noticed a mark on his back, faint but unmistakable. I leaned in closer, squinting. It was a barcode.
«A… barcode?» I whispered to myself, puzzled…
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