One Ticket Too Late For Us

My coworkers were still buzzing around my desk, cooing over my husband, while I sat there grinning at my phone screen.

They kept telling me how jealous they were that I had married a man who worshipped the ground I walked on. A man who, even while swamped with a business trip, remembered to fight through the holiday digital bloodbath to secure me a train ticket home.

I was just typing out a text to Thomas, telling him how much I appreciated him, when a new Instagram story popped up at the top of my feed. It was from Kenzie, the new junior designer he had been mentoring.