It was late evening when Stefan returned from work. Exhausted, he headed to his room with plans to take a cold shower and brood over how much he missed his wife. But like a trick of the mind----or maybe a miracle----there she was, sitting on his bed.

"Love?" he called softly, not stepping closer, still trying to process what he was seeing. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?" he asked, eyes narrowed.

"I came back," Dorothy mumbled.

"Why?" he asked, now walking toward her ...