September 3, 2026

I got back early from a trip, my wife wasn’t home. I called her—she said she was in our bed.

She inhaled deeply, forcing her tone to sound normal.

“I was asleep, yes. I’m barely keeping my eyes open.”

Jack remained quiet for 2 seconds, steadying his breath.

“Are you home?”

Clare didn’t hesitate.

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