Ken kept shifting his gaze from the door to the files littered on his table. It was Monday morning and he was already seated in his office. This week, he'll be only handling administrative tasks.

After Ray pulled the car to a halt in the parking lot earlier, Ken kept searching for one of the vehicles that usually drop Jane at the hospital but none was in sight. It was evident that she was yet to arrive at the office.

He stared at his wristwatch. Should he give her a call? He sighed and darted his gaze from the door back to his table. He had just spent about twenty minutes in the office so Jane might be on her way.

Ken shook his head and continued going through the papers before him. He wondered why he was feeling like a teenager in love even after being with Jane for three years. He had spoken to her on the phone about a hundred times during the weekend and still didn't get enough. He was hopelessly in love.

A few minutes later, the door to Ken's office was pushed open. He let the pen