“She’s so naïve. Still thinks I’m at a meeting” — I Forgot to Turn Off the Gas Stove on My Way to Work, So I Turned My Car Around to Go Home — But When I Opened the Door, I Found My Husband in Our Bedroom With Someone Who Shouldn’t Have Been There.

The Forgotten Flame

Traffic was heavy that morning.
Emma sat at the red light on Congress Avenue, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, lost in thought — when a sudden flash of memory hit her like lightning.

The stove!

Her breath caught. She remembered frying eggs, answering a client’s call, hanging up, grabbing her bag — but had she actually turned it off?

Her heart raced. Without another thought, she made a sharp U-turn, ignoring the horns blaring behind her.

“If something happens… if the house catches fire… what about the neighbors?” she whispered, gripping the wheel tighter as she sped home.

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