I had been gone for five days, but nothing prepared me for what I saw when I opened the door: my wife juggling dinner and our sick toddler, while my mother and sister sat nearby on their phones.
Ethan froze beside the doorway, his suitcase still hanging from one hand.
Lauren stood at the stove wearing sweatpants and one of Ethan’s old college T-shirts. Her hair was twisted into a loose knot that looked like it had been redone three times already. Their two-year-old son Noah clung to her continue reading …
