Doubt surged through her as he made another excuse for being late. She had set up dinner, had timed it perfectly to when she knew he would be home after work. She had waited for him, but he had been two hours late coming home.
They argued that night. He wouldn’t give her any explanation. Her doubt grew further.
A week later, he came home early with a bouquet of roses and a puppy.
“Sorry, I couldn’t tell you why I was late,” He said, giving her a kiss. “I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”