I was sitting at my desk with my laptop open and my headphones on. I was editing an i********: Reel for to post on my i********:, and putting together behind-the-scenes clips from my recent photoshoot, along with shots of the fabric swatches, me adjusting the lighting, and close-ups of the jewelry pieces.
I kept having to rewind and rewatch the same sections because my mind wouldn't stop wandering. My phone was lying face-down on the desk beside me, and I hadn't been able to go look back at his text again, but the word kept replaying in my head since morning: "See you tonight ð".
I had heard him come home about an hour earlier. His car pulling into the driveway, the front door opening and closing, and then when he was in the sitting, but when his footsteps headed upstairs and then to his
