My wife’s family thought I was just a broke handyman

I looked out at the darkening street, at the old truck in the driveway, at the house where no one had to earn a seat by pretending.

“I will always come,” I said.

And this time, nobody in the world could make me smaller for it.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to real persons, events, or places is coincidental.