Reflection in the Shower

I was working late at the office when I stumbled upon a bathroom selfie my wife, Natalie, had just posted.

In the reflection of the steamed glass, I noticed the faint outline of a man standing behind the shower door.

My blood ran cold. Had an intruder broken into our house?

Panicked, I immediately dialed her number, but nobody answered.

A few minutes later, she called back. Her voice sounded breathless and drowsy.

"Babe, what is it? I was already half-asleep. Don't work too late, okay?"

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