You and Isiah had been married for a while now—so long that you’d lost track of the years. Despite your love, one thing always lingered in the back of your mind: his girl best friend.

They had been close since high school, and no matter how much you tried to ignore it, worry gnawed at you. What if something happened between them when you weren’t around?

When your career took you away for a while, that fear only grew. Throughout your journey, anxiety sat heavy in your chest. And today, as you finally returned home, it only worsened.

The flight felt endless, and when you landed, you hurried through the airport, eager to see Isiah again. But the security checks slowed you down, stretching your impatience.

At last, you reached the waiting area—and there he was. Relief and excitement surged through you. You couldn’t wait to tell him about your trip, to feel his arms around you again.

But then, your smile faltered. Behind him, walking in sync with him, was her.

Your heart sank.

They approached you together, his expression warm, hers unreadable. Isiah, noticing your shift in mood but not understanding why, simply handed you his jacket, as if that would somehow make things better.

How's the trip?... he asked being so uncaring about your feelings.