Coming home
*Virginia* I find myself pacing the living room, not sure if I should feel more excitement or more apprehension, both emotions swirling within me. I can hardly believe Caleb is about to come home after his big win to find his father here. The game last night was a nail-biter, and I can’t wait to hear all about it from him. I glance outside, where Caleb’s father still sits on the back porch, nursing a beer. I can sense the tension lingering in the air, but I try to push it aside. It’s his father; he should be happy to see him. Right? Just then, I hear the familiar sound of Caleb’s truck rumbling up the driveway, and my heart races. I rush to the door, flinging it open as he steps out, his face lighting up with a grin that makes my heart flutter. “Hey, gorgeous,” he calls, and before I kno
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