I come home from an overnight work trip and dump my bag in the bedroom.

How sweet, I think. He’s even changed the bedsheets. Not only that, I notice he’s already put them on to wash as well.

One forensic sweep of the bedroom later, I sit back, satisfied.

When he arrives home, I am sitting waiting for him. My finger plays with my earlobe. I’m wearing the single earring I found under the bed and I’m wondering just how long it will take him to recognise it.