A Stranger In My Home

POV: CELESTE

The heavy dread settled deep in my stomach the moment my plane touched the tarmac. I gripped the handle of my luggage, weaving through the bustling airport terminal, my eyes scanning the sea of waiting faces. Part of me, the foolish, hopeful part, searched for a tall man in a tailored suit. I wanted my husband. I needed him to be the one standing there, ready to explain his absence,