Linda rushed to greet Willy as he stumbled through the door. Her face was a canvas of worry, etched with lines that seemed to deepen with each passing moment. Willy was a sight to behold, struggling with his sample cases like they were filled with lead.Linda's soft voice cut through the heavy silence, asking what had happened. Willy's response came out like a dam bursting. His trip to New England? A total bust. Miles and miles of driving, and for what? Nothing but wasted gas and crushed hopes. He went on and on about his old Studebaker, comparing it to a mule that had decided to dig its heels in and refuse to budge. But the car wasn't the real problem, you know? It was Willy himself.Linda, bless her heart, tried to throw him a lifeline. She suggested he ask Howard, his boss, for a job in New York. No more traveling, no more unreliable cars. Just a steady gig close to home. It sounded perfect, right? But Willy's response was like a candle in the wind, flickering between hope and doubt. He agreed to give it a shot, but man, you could hear the lack of confidence in his voice.As they talked, Willy's eyes drifted to the window, and boy, what a view it was. But not in a good way. Where there used to be open sky and endless possibilities, now there were just apartment buildings. Tall, imposing structures that made Willy feel like a sardine in a can.Linda tried her best to calm him down, to be the rock in Willy's stormy sea of emotions.Then the conversation turned to their boys, Biff and Happy. They were back home for a bit, and Linda filled Willy in on Biff's latest bright idea - trying to borrow money to start a business. Man, you should've seen Willy's face when Biff's name came up. It was like watching a battle play out.As the night wore on, Willy seemed to lose his grip on reality. He started muttering to himself, lost in a maze of memories and regrets.The Loman house, once the picture of the American Dream, now felt like a sinking ship.As dawn approached, the future loomed ahead like an uncharted ocean, full of potential dangers. But something else was brewing, something that could change everything. Linda had a secret, and it was eating her up inside. She kept glancing around nervously, like she was afraid the walls might have ears. What could be so important, so worrying, that she couldn't even tell her own husband? Whatever it was, it had to do with money, and Charley from next door. And insurance premiums? This couldn't be good.