Arthur came back an hour later and locked the front door behind him. Placing the bags on the kitchen counter, he began putting everything away in their fridge. Their, he couldn’t help, but smile at the word. Their fridge, their condo, their home.

Letting Ariadne sleep, he started on dinner: steaks (to celebrate) and mashed potatoes. He also picked up an expensive bottle of red wine which he placed in the wine refrigerator under the counter.