The rest of the day passed in a blur for Anthony. He tried to focus on work, but his mind kept drifting back to the confrontation with Claire. He knew he had to find a way to make things right, but he wasn't sure where to start.
When he finally went home that evening, the house felt eerily quiet. Claire was already in her room, the door closed firmly behind her. Anthony stood outside the door for a moment, debating whether to knock, but in the end, he decided against it. She needed space, and he had to respect that.
Instead, he went to his bedroom, feeling a deep sense of loneliness as he lay down on the bed. The empty space beside him was a painful reminder of how much he had messed things up. He wanted to go to Claire, to hold her and tell her everything would be okay, but he knew that wasn't what she needed right now.
