My Wife Was Four Hours Late and Her Phone Went to Voicemail, so I Checked Her Location – But When I Drove There and Saw What She Was Doing, I Forgot How to Breathe

Her face changed.

“I called the police, Maeve. I spent four hours thinking you might be dead.”

“Oh…” She frowned.

“You wanted me to track you here?”

“You told me you’d be home at 7:15.”

“I thought you’d check the app first and immediately come here.”

“Why?” I looked around and shook my head. “What is all this?”

My body was still catching up to the fact that she was alive and completely fine.

But my question brought a small smile back to her face.

“What is all this?”

“You know I’ve been buying supplies for hospital families for years. Just small things, to help.”

I nodded.

“Well… I decided to scale up.”

“Ava,” I said. “This is because of her?”

Maeve nodded. Ava’s family had struggled with food, rent, transportation, and supplies after discharge.

“This is because of her?”

Maeve had packed them a bag the first time. Two months later, Ava was back.