The Bathroom

He came home early from work hoping to spend some time with her, things had been a little strange lately. He walked in to find his daughter sitting at the computer, next to the phone charger. The handset was gone, the red light announcing the open line with a steady flash.
"She's been on for, like, two hours," his daughter said, never looking away from the computer screen.
He opened the bedroom door and walked through to the bathroom and there she was. His wife was standing in the middle of the room, startled. The phone sat on the counter and they both looked at it. She hugged him quickly, holding him close and he could feel her heart beating much too quickly against his own chest, and he knew.