The Dinner I Waited For
My husband, Austin, and I had been married for fifteen years.
Fifteen years of birthday candles, late bills, school runs, grocery lists, hospital scares, bedtime stories, and quiet mornings where we barely spoke but still reached for each other’s hands across the kitchen table.
We had two children, Emma and Noah, a mortgage, a dog who believed every visitor came to see him, and a life that looked ordinary from the outside.
