I came back two days early from the trip… and my wife insisted she was sleeping in our bed while I stood alone in that empty room.

“I was asleep… I was just about to drift off again,” she murmured.

He clenched his jaw.

“Are you at home?”

No hesitation.

No surprise.

Not even an awkward pause.

“Of course I am, Austin. Where else would I be at this hour?”

Austin was already standing at the bedroom door.

The bed untouched.

The pillow perfect.