*Shelby*

I’d just slid the baking tray, with two salmon filets and vegetables, into the oven when I heard the front door open. It abruptly closed with a shutter that echoed through the house.

“Michael?” I called down the hallway.

“It’s me, Shelby,” he called back, and my heartbeat slowed at the sound of his voice.

“You’re just in time. I just put dinner in the oven, and it should be ready soon,” I ...