Franz returned home past midnight.
He didn't mean to come home late, but his meeting ran longer than he expected.
The house was dark, save for the small lamp on in the living room. The twins were already asleep upstairs. He regretted not being able to accompany them earlier to see Arianne.
He knew Arianne had extended her stay in Montclair only for him, but she was bound to leave sooner or later. If possible, he wanted to see her more before she left. Who knew when he would be able to see her again?
Franz loosened his tie and draped his coat over the back of a chair he had forgotten to push in earlier. On the kitchen counter sat a half-empty donut box and a scorched pan he still hadn't figured out how to clean properly.
He stared at it for a moment longer than necessary.
"You burned it again," Samantha said from the couch. "You are hopeless."
Franz didn't turn around. "I didn't mean to."
"I know."
