My photograph. “Care to explain?” he asked, amusement dancing in his voice.The photo was more like a cruel testament to my clumsiness.It showed me mid-fall with a look of pure horror on my face and my legs flailing in the air. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life immortalized in a single frame. As shame burned in my cheeks, I could only let out a defeated sigh. At that point, confessing my prying ways seemed like the only option. “Look,” I began. “I’ve seen you come home every day for years. I just… couldn’t help but be curious.””I wanted to know what was this fifteen-minute ritual. Nothing else. Please don’t get me wrong.” “Fifteen-minute ritual?” Mike”s smile softened into a chuckle.”Yes, I mean…” I was confused.Why was he so happy despite knowing I was peeking inside his house? “I know what you mean, Caroline,” Mike said. “Come with me, I’ll show you something. Jill’s waiting for you at home.” “Are you sure you want me to come with you?” I asked.”Yes, Caroline,” he smiled. “Let’s go.” I quickly turned off the toaster and grabbed my keys before heading outside. Mike led me into his house, and for the first time, I stepped into the heart of their charming home. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating a collection of family photos and cozy furniture that spoke of laughter and love.As he settled on the couch beside Jill, a gentle warmth filled his voice as he began to share their story.”Jill and I have been together since we were 15,” he explained.
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