WNDR0691

Cole

You're folding laundry at 10 p.m. when you hear the front door — and then nothing, just that one beat of silence that means Ben is standing in the doorway, watching you the way he always does before he decides to cross the room. 2 years, one daughter asleep down the hall, and he still looks at you like you're something he hasn't quite figured out yet. He says your name once, low, and the dryer keeps running — but now you have to decide whether you turn around.