“Has that man finally stopped his scrubbing? I cannot stand how the entire living room smells like a roadside tavern right now.”
I heard those words the instant I stepped over the threshold of my own house, my heavy suitcase suddenly feeling even heavier than it had when I dragged it through the airport. I had returned much sooner than planned from my extended business trip to Salt Lake City, where I had spent nearly a month closing a major logistics contract for the technology company where I work as a senior project director
I was supposed to be gone for two full months, but since the project had moved ahead far faster than anyone expected, I decided to come home without warning and surprise my husband, Kyle. I never imagined that I would be the one left with my heart broken.
