Pulling into my driveway after a long day at work, I saw my husband Ryan, 33, also turning in.
‘You’re home!’ I yelled, running to give him a hug.
Ryan was a FIFO worker, so we’d sometimes not see each other for weeks.
Studying nursing and working as a patient coordinator, I also kept busy with my local theatre group when Ryan was away.
One day, I invited my friend Adrienne over before rehearsals. She arrived just as I pulled chicken wings and spring rolls out of the oven.
‘Smells good,’ she smiled.
Munching away on
