DAY 25 (Read Day 1 “OK, Honey. Challenge Accepted!” Post)
He lounges in his favorite spot, feet propped up, and southern style tea by his side while she settles beside him on his right with newspaper in hand. The paper is flapping softly from the movement of the air circulated by the fan above. I am nested precisely where I always am. I observe no divergence from the routine, yet something seems, well, unexplainably off. Silence is interrupted by gravel being crushed and turned under the weight of tires. A brief glance between the two says this is an unexpected visitor.