Anya walked in, purse over her shoulder and a plastic grocery bag in her hand. She was a little worn out from long meetings and was ready for the weekend. Mingled with the tiredness she felt was apprehension. She wrapped her hands around the bag, feeling the small box inside.
"Henry?" The sounds and smells from the kitchen led her to him. "Hello darling," she said, smiling as she leaned in to kiss him.