The Third-Year Return​

Summary

The third year of our marriage, Austin came back.

For the first time ever, Victoria didn't eat dinner at home. She just grabbed her coat and left for the airport.

She didn't come home that night.

I found Austin through Victoria's Instagram follows.

I refreshed the page. A new post had just gone up.

[Finally back home. Surrounded by my love and my friends.]

In the picture, Victoria was leaning into Austin, both of them smiling for the camera, flanked by people I recognized as her friends.

I turned off my phone. I closed my eyes.

And I closed my heart.