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Susan rushed to Gregg, wrapping her arms around her husband.
Downstairs, Oscar barked. A grumpy voice yelled back at the old dog.
Susan snugged against her husband, listening to the beat of his heart. He hugged her back. "What is it, Susan?"
She stared up into Gregg's face, raised a finger to the three-day stubble on his chin. Then tipped up on her toes to reach his lips. He bent down to meet her. And she knew she was home.