June 2, 2026

I got back early from a trip, my wife wasn’t home. I called her—she said she was in our bed.

Jack arrived home close to 1:00 in the morning.
The last-minute flight he had booked was delayed, and the stopover in Denver only made him more drained. He hadn’t told anyone he would return on Friday, 2 days ahead of schedule. He wanted to surprise Clare. The seminar had wrapped up earlier than expected, and deep inside, he simply wanted to see her again. He felt a growing distance between them and hoped the gesture might fix it.

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Despite the fatigue, he drove straight from the airport to their house, a faint smile forming as he imagined the look on her face when she opened the door.

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