For nearly twelve years, my job has taken me across the country. Most trips last only four or five days, but after enough time away, every return feels like a small celebration.
Jane always made sure of that.
Sometimes she’d wait on the porch wearing one of my oversized hoodies, waving the moment my truck turned onto our street.
Sometimes she’d pretend not to notice me until I reached the steps, then surprise me with the biggest smile.
Those moments always reminded me why I worked so hard.
This time…
The porch was empty.
That bothered me before I even turned off the engine.
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