One Four-Hundred-Dollar Hotel Charge Sent Me Home Three Weeks Ahead of Schedule
The red light blinked twice and then held steady green.
The deadbolt clicked back.
I pushed the door open.
The house smelled of vanilla and floor wax.
The living room looked just as it had the day I deployed.
The navy blue sofa cushions were arranged perfectly.
The wooden console table held the same framed photo of us at the lake.
A stack of fitness magazines lay on the glass coffee table.