Author’s Note: Also I just realised I mixed up Aaron’s aged on the first page. Let’s just say he’s probably 47. I wish I could edit that 43 to 47 but I’m just a anon.
Aaron puts on a bathrobe for the time being, he doesn’t need to get fully dressed quite yet, before going out of the bedroom and to the front door. He wasn’t surprised that he didn’t find his wife any where along the way. The house was as nice as ever, filled with meaningless items and decor, all barely used.
With a yawn he unlocks the door and heads out to the front yard, walking over to his letter box as the rest of the neighbourhood slowly springs to life around him. With another yawn he absentmindedly takes out today’s pile of letters and junk.
Heading back inside he makes himself a coffee and then sits down to check through what bills he has to pay.
Bills, junk mail, vouchers, ads and other assorted items met his eyes as he shifted through them, one in particular catching his eye.