My Husband Overprotective
Ethan leaned against the counter and looked down at the planner.
A bright yellow sticky note was taped directly across the printed square for Tuesday afternoon.
On the note, written in Sylvia’s neat script, were three distinct time stamps: 1:15 PM, 3:40 PM, and 5:10 PM.
Beside the 3:40 PM entry, Sylvia had written the words: Called crying about work deck and dinner prep.
Ethan stared at the yellow paper for five full seconds without moving a muscle.
He lifted his thumb and brushed the corner of the sticky note, reading the notes for Wednesday as well.