My husband went to the supermarket

everyday gestures.

Then he pulls back. “Also… I bought chocolate. The good kind. You know, the one with the sea salt?”

I gasp. “You didn’t.”

“I did.”

He reaches into the bag with the flair of a magician and pulls out a bar of dark chocolate, then another, then a third.

“You bought three?”

“Well, I figured you might share one with me. But only if I earn continue reading …