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Mark had been away on a three-day “business conference” in Chicago, and after twelve years of marriage, Claire thought a spontaneous airport pickup might bring back some warmth between them. Lately, their conversations had become mechanical—bills, groceries, schedules. Nothing terrible. Just distant.
Then she saw him.
Mark emerged from the crowd laughing.
A younger woman walked beside him, her hand resting comfortably on his arm. She was beautiful in an effortless way—long camel coat, loose dark hair, the kind of confidence Claire remembered having before life became carpools and mortgage payments.
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