The porch light snapped on, flooding the concrete slab with bright yellow light.

The front door swung open.

The man walked out into the cold night air.

He had on a dark canvas jacket and jeans.

He stopped at the edge of the porch and turned back toward the open door.

Kendra came into the frame.

She was wearing the silk robe I’d bought her two years ago on a stopover in Germany.

She rose up on her toes and wrapped her arms around the man’s neck.