Seth usually hugged her whenever she came home from anywhere, even a quick trip to the grocery store.
“I’m home,” she said.
He didn’t look up from the book he was reading. He read newspapers and magazines online, but he still liked books in paper. “I see.”
This was Seth’s night to cook. He only worked half a day on Wednesdays. Although they had been married for four years, he would set the table with candles, a single flower in a bud vase. His meals would make a gourmet chef cry with joy.
She had anticipated walking into aromas that fed her hunger. She always ate light lunches on Wednesdays. After the meal they would make love.
Could he have found out about Danny? They had been so careful. She never talked about her ex with Seth. Never thought about her ex until two months ago they bumped into each other at the supermarket. Bumped into each other literally. Old passions were loosened by that bump, and even if she knew it was wrong, she gave into them.
“What’s for dinner?”
“Nothing. How’s Danny?”
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