I played along—because I needed the truth to reveal itself.
I was already on my way to the airport for a business trip when the announcement came over the speakers:
the flight was canceled.
Weather issues.
Technical delays.
No timeline.
I was irritated—but also oddly relieved.
Instead of rebooking, I grabbed a cab and headed home.
I thought I’d surprise my husband, Ethan.
Lately, we’d been passing each other like strangers.
A quiet night together felt overdue.
I unlocked the front door.
A woman stood in the hallway.
She was wearing my robe.
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