Kitty heard the front door click open and shut with a resounding thump, one she’d always recognize. There was no mistaking any of her husband’s mannerisms; from the way he walked to the way he chewed his food, Kitty had spent over half of her life with Ryder and she’d always know (and love) each of his little sounds, no matter how much they annoyed her sometimes. She heard him slip off his shoes at the door and she looked up from her spot at the dining room table, the late afternoon sun pouring through the large windows and spilling over the papers she had scattered in front of her. “Hey, you,” Kitty smiled, lifting the black-rimmed reading glasses from her face and setting them on top of the papers. “How was practice?”
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