I ruffled his hair as I passed. “That’s great! I’ll be in the front row, embarrassing you with my cheering.”
“Dad, please don’t bring the air horn again.”
“No promises!” I laughed, heading to the kitchen.
Julia stood at the stove, stirring sauce. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, kissing her neck. Seventeen years of marriage and the sight of her still made my heart skip.
“Hey, you,” she said, but something in her voice was tight and controlled.
“Everything okay?”
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