I was in my office yesterday and the cats were roaming around the house and playing. Just being cats. Running, chasing. And one of them must have jostled the laundry room door and it made that familiar noise it always made when John was coming in the house from the garage. The change in air pressure would make the laundry room door wiggle and when I heard it my heart would know he was home and all was well.
And yesterday for a fraction of a second my heart thought all was well again.
But it wasn't.
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