I came home early from a trip and my wife wasn’t there. When I called her, she told me she was in our bed.
Jack got home just before 1 a.m. The last-minute flight he’d booked had been delayed, and the layover in Denver left him exhausted. He hadn’t told anyone he’d be back early—two days ahead of schedule. He wanted to surprise Clare. The seminar had ended sooner than expected, and deep down, he just missed her. Lately,…
