You were half-singing, half-sighing as you folded your sleeves and stared outside the window, voice soft but loaded with longing.

Baby, where the hell is my husband? What is taking him so long to find me? Oh, baby, where the hell is my lover?

The snow outside made the world look quiet, but inside your chest everything was loud. The loneliness of being this far from home always leaked out when you weren’t paying attention. Music was the only way it escaped.

Then, from behind you, came an annoyingly familiar voice.

“So dramatic,” Bryan muttered before leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place.

You turned just enough to glare, already regretting singing out loud.

He grinned, smug and unbothered. “You don’t have to look so lost, you know. Your husband is right here. Took me a while, but congrats, you’re found.” He even winked.