The following day, my daughter prepared breakfast for me. My wife remained in her room, and my son had already left the house. My daughter informed me that he was still upset and planning to move out to get away from his mother because he couldn't bear to be around her.
During most of the morning, I conversed with my daughters, especially my oldest one, who tried to divert my thoughts from my wife's infidelity and infuse some positivity. By the afternoon, my wife still hadn't emerged from her room, which concerned my daughter because they had plans to run errands and were running late. She knocked on the door for what felt like over ten minutes, but my wife didn't respond.
As the evening approached and my wife still hadn't emerged from her room, worry began to creep in. I decided to knock on the door myself, but she didn't answer. I had believed that things were improving, but it appeared my wife wasn't handling the situation well. Initially, I thought she might be too ashamed to face my kids, but the situation felt increasingly peculiar.
During dinner that night, she didn't join us, and my son hadn't returned home either. I called him to check on him, and he informed me he was at a friend's place. So it was just me and my two daughters having dinner that night.
When I didn't receive any word from my wife the next morning, I sensed that something was amiss. I decided to force the door with my oldest daughter's help, but it was bolted from the inside.