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The clock on the microwave repeatedly drew my eyes as I poured myself a cup of coffee and added cream and sugar. The green numbers taunted me, reminding me that one-half of my family was growing nearer yet still much too far away.
I sat down at the island in our silent kitchen, closing my eyes to allow myself a few minutes to simply breathe. I was always nervous when Jeff traveled, but I had never counted every second quite like I had this trip. Nearly twenty-four hours ago, his plane had left Cape Town on its way to Amsterdam, and we’d been largely out of touch ever since. I knew that, right now, he should be somewhere over the Atlantic on his way to New York before he would finally make the last leg home to Vermont.
One more glance at the clock showed me that it was 5:14; I had another seven or so hours to fill before I could be reunited with my husband.
“And our new son…” I whispered the words aloud, smiling as I took a sip of the soothing, warm nectar.
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