Jane’s POV.
I stood in the kitchen wiping down the counter for the third time that morning even though it was already clean. The kids were in the living room arguing over which cartoon to watch. Their voices carried through the house, loud and full of energy like always. I glanced at the clock. It was just past 10 a.m. on a normal Saturday. Charles was still upstairs getting dressed after his shower.
I am thirty-two years old with two kids. Ten years of marriage. This was my life, and most days I was genuinely happy with it. Charles provided well. He was kind. He helped with the kids. He still told me I was beautiful. But lately something had been different inside me. A restlessness I couldn’t quite shake.
I looked out the kitchen window toward the house next door. Kevin was outside aga
