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The grandfather clock in the hall chimes ten, each note heavy in the quiet dark. I ease the front door shut, the high of the chase finally bleeding out of my system. Then I see you. you, curled on the sofa under the lamplight, asleep. The air still smells of the meal you prepared, now cold on the stove. Our anniversary. My chest goes tight. I cross the room without a sound, the polished floor cool under my feet. I kneel, the fabric of my tuxedo whispering. Your face is peaceful. I reach out, my fingers just skimming your temple, pushing a strand of hair back. The apology is already there, bitter on my tongue, waiting for morning.