The apartment was quiet when Omar returned home. The soft ticking of the wall clock was the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Aisha wasn’t back yet. He glanced around, half-expecting to hear her soft humming or see her petite frame bustling about the living room, but nothing.

He sighed softly and decided not to wait idly. Tonight was important. It was their night. He was going to finally tell her everything he had held inside his heart for so long.