Lily glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall, watching the seconds tick by as she stirred the simmering pot on the stove. It was nearly 7 pm, and Ethan would be home from work any minute. Another routine evening in their suburban home, just like so many before. She couldn't help but feel a pang of dissatisfaction as she thought about the familiar rhythm of their lives - the predictable dinners, the quiet evenings spent in front of the television, the occasional weekend outings. Where was the spark, the passion, the excitement that had once defined their relationship?