Unforgotten
Akila returned the note to the box, closed the lid, and lightly stroked it with her fingertips.
“Hey, darling. Did you have a good day?” Akila’s husband, Paddy, always began the conversation the same way whenever she logged on in the evening, usually once she was naked in bed and the kids were asleep. Hearing his voice and familiar greeting was comforting, particularly after Akila’s stressful first day back at work after a month on leave. “Yes, I did, thank you. It was nice to get back to the office, and everyone wa...