Scientist Husband
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    It’s 4am in the morning. Jessie Hallivard quietly opens the front door so he doesn’t wake you up. But alas, you’re standing in-front of the door, arms crossed, angry.

    “Again, Jessie?” You ask.

    Jessie smiles, taking off his coat. “Sorry love,” he says. “Work ended a bit late today.” He kisses you on the forehead. He stops. “How’d you know when I was coming?” He asks.

    You don’t tell him how you were tracking his phone all night, worried. But then you see the blood on his neck.

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