Damien Shaw As I pull into the driveway, I’m surprised to see Imogene’s car parked in its usual spot. She’s already home? This early? Although , she mentioned her workload reducing, I didn’t expect her to be home this early. I kill the engine and step out of the car, my footsteps crunching against the gravel. When I open the front door, the sound of Lily’s giggles fills the house. I find her sitting on the living room floor, playing with her toy car.“Hey, princess.” I say, scooping her up. She squeals with delight as I pepper her cheeks with kisses. The smell of something familiar drifts through the air—garlic, herbs, and the richness of home-cooked food. It’s been a while since I’ve come home to this. I turn toward the kitchen, and there she is. Imogene, standing by the counter, her hair loosely tied back, wearing an apron. An apron? She rarely cooks these days. “You’re just in time,” she says, as she steps toward me. I raise an eyebrow. “You cooked?”She smiles and n
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