When I pulled up to the house it was already getting dark. I was exhausted and the newly healed break in my ankle ached from the cold.
Vic’s car was already in his normal spot, and there was light coming from our bedroom window, but the rest of the house was dark.
I followed the path around to the back of the house and came in through the mudroom, kicking off my shoes and dropping my coat before wandering into the kitchen and flipping on the lights.
I wasn’t particularly hungry, but I figured dinner was in order, so I began my search through the freezer trying to remember what we had that could be thawed in the microwave. Or better yet, cooked in it.
Martha Stewart, I wasn’t.
“Hey.” Vic’s arms slipped around me, and smiling, I closed the drawer to turn in his embrace. “I missed you.”
