My smile blossomed at ten after four, when he walked in the door, unexpected, early. I had commented to Adam online a bit earlier that there was something calm and perfect about the afternoon: the raging storm; the slanted lamplight across my laptop; the soft sound of snoring, geriatric cats. Suddenly, it was better.
Jeff smiled as he put his bag down and said, "Stacy sent us all home." He put down his string bag of water bottle, lunch remnants, and snacks; he took his place on the other couch and I paused from debugging.