***
That evening, I’d told Cameron about the conversation while we folded laundry.
He smiled without looking up from the pile of towels.
« I’d rather you ask me anything than spend a night wondering. »
It wasn’t a grand declaration.
Just another ordinary sentence in an ordinary marriage.
It wasn’t a grand declaration.
***
Thursday morning started with coffee, bacon, and the sound of Cameron shaving upstairs.
I packed his lunch while mentally planning the rest of my day.
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