I spent two weeks in the hospital, and my husband never came to see me — but when I finally returned home and opened the front door, I stood frozen in disbelief.

belonged somewhere.

“How do I look?” he asked.

“Like a heartbreaker,” I said, and he laughed.

A car pulled into the driveway. Madison waited by the passenger door in a champagne-colored dress. She waved politely. I waved back, hand heavy.

“Be home by midnight.”

“I will.”

He kissed my cheek.

I walked him down the driveway, took continue reading …