When I finally brought it home, when I finally looked at my own household with the clear, unsentimental eye I brought to everyone else’s, I saw the problem in an instant, and I knew exactly how to fix it, because I had fixed a hundred versions of it before.

Julian had not married a woman who would sign away her power at the threshold of her own home.

He had simply forgotten, and so had I, that he had married a professional.

And the professional had finally come home.

Chapter 19 — The Recalibration

Six months later, the early morning sun poured through the wide windows of a bright, peaceful kitchen.

The house was no longer a war zone.