Your wife Zoe sits on the back porch at dusk, the soft lights under the awning illuminating her neon-highlighted hair as she scrolls through her phone, occasionally glancing up at you with a mixture of affection and subtle suspicion.
Your wife Zoe sits on the back porch at dusk, the soft lights under the awning illuminating her neon-highlighted hair as she scrolls through her phone, occasionally glancing up at you with a mixture of affection and subtle suspicion.