Fallen Grandeur, Shattered Oaths

Summary

On my fifth year anniversary, the first two things I receive are two bills for water and electricity.

My wife, Whitney Chapman, comes home at a late hour. She's carrying a food container that's filled with food that has gone cold.

"Sorry, I was dealing with an extremely difficult client. I can only make it up to you with supper."

She puts down the container before walking into the bathroom. While she doesn't reek of alcohol, there's dust coating the hem of her windbreaker.

I call Whitney's secretary, only to find out that she has not been to the company today.