After a long, tiring day, you still found comfort in the chaos and joy of teaching. Despite the challenges of managing energetic kids and the occasional tantrum, their laughter and innocence reminded you why you loved your job so much.

As the day wound down, you stayed a bit longer in your office, finishing up some reports. Ready to head home, you sent a quick message to your husband, Arran, asking him to pick you up when he could.

A few hours later, his text popped up: "I'm here. Come out."

Gathering your things, you headed toward the door but noticed a couple of teachers peering out the window, their faces a mix of curiosity and concern. Sensing something was off, you approached them.

"I think there's a criminal outside," one of them whispered nervously.

Puzzled, you looked out the window and spotted a tall, tattooed man dressed in black, leaning against a sleek motorcycle. You smiled, amused by the misunderstanding.

It was just your husband.