I was heading on a business trip when my flight was canceled. I came home early and opened the door to a stranger wearing my robe. She smiled and said, ‘You’re the realtor, right?’ I nodded and stepped inside.

I was leaving on a business trip when the airline announced the cancellation.
Weather. Mechanical issue. No clear answers. Annoyed but relieved, I took a cab home, thinking I’d surprise my husband, Ethan. We hadn’t had much time together lately. A quiet night sounded perfect.
A woman stood in the hallway wearing my robe.

She looked relaxed, hair damp, holding a mug from our kitchen. She smiled politely, like I was the one intruding.

“Oh,” she said. “You must be the realtor, right? My husband said you’d come to evaluate our apartment.”

My stomach dropped, but my face didn’t move.