I returned early from a trip and my wife wasn’t home. I called her; she told me she was in our bed.
Jack got home at almost one in the morning. The last-minute flight he took had been delayed, and the layover in Denver only added to his exhaustion. He hadn’t told anyone he would be back on Friday, two days earlier than planned. He wanted to surprise Clare.
The seminar had ended earlier than expected, and deep down, he also wanted to see her again. He felt they had grown a little distant, and he thought the gesture might help.
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Despite his fatigue, he drove straight from the airport to his house with a faint smile, already imagining the look of surprise on her face when she opened the door.
But when he arrived in front of the house, something felt strange. Everything was dark. Absolute silence.
Up until that moment, she could have been asleep.
