to sink in.
“I wanted to surprise you, babe.”
Terry had planned all of it.
“I wanted you to wake up and see it right there,” he added, softer now. “No struggle. No… reminder of the old one.”
I looked back at the workbench.
At the chair I had relied on every day… now taken apart so it could be replaced.
And suddenly, the last hour replayed in my head.
“I thought…” My voice broke.
Then I vented, telling Terry everything.
Terry had planned all of it.
I told him
