After Five Years In Saudi Arabia I Came Home To Find My Wife And Son Hungry Behind The Mansion

Maya in the kitchen and sat up too quickly, heart lurching. Then I smelled pancakes.

She turned when she heard me. Her hair was down. She wore one of my old shirts from the laundry room. The tightness around her mouth had softened.

“I wanted to make breakfast,” she said. “For us.”

Ethan woke to the smell and sat up rubbing his eyes. “Pancakes?”

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