She expected to surprise her husband with dinner on their anniversary. Instead, a routine radio announcement stopped everyone in the station, and the look on her husband’s face told her their evening was about to change forever. Why was he so afraid?
Our anniversaries had always been small, quiet things, the kind of celebration that fit into the corners of an ordinary Tuesday. A pizza box on the coffee table, an old movie neither of us really watched, our socked feet tangled together on the couch.
I had grown to love that smallness.
After everything I had lost as a child, ordinary felt like a miracle.
I was four when the fire took my biological parents.
That was what the paperwork said, anyway, and what little I remembered confirmed it. Smoke. A blanket around my shoulders. A woman I did not know carrying me down a driveway.
The rest had been sealed away in adoption records I never asked to open.
“You don’t want to know?” Ben had asked me once, early in our marriage.
He had been folding laundry, his uniform shirt across his lap.
“I know enough,” I told him. “I survived. I found a family that loved me. Then I found you. That’s all I need.”
He had kissed my forehead then, slow and careful, like I was something he was afraid of breaking.
Looking back, I realized he hadn’t been asking out of idle curiosity. He had been trying to learn how much I already knew.
On the morning of our fifth anniversary, Ben stood in the kitchen with his phone in one hand and a coffee mug in the other.
He had been checking that phone all week.
I had noticed that, but every time I asked if work was keeping him busy, he simply smiled and said it was nothing important.
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