I was heading on a business trip when my flight was canceled. I came home early and opened the door to a stranger wearing my robe. She smiled and said, ‘You’re the realtor, right?’ I nodded and stepped inside.
I was supposed to be halfway across the country by evening.
Instead, my flight was cancelled.
Weather, mechanical issues, vague airline excuses—no one could give a straight answer. I was irritated at first, then strangely relieved. Ethan and I had barely seen each other lately, and the idea of surprising my husband with a quiet night at home felt almost sweet.
