I recently gained the ability to read minds—at least, my wife's mind.

I don’t know why this happened. I can’t explain it myself. I never believed in anything magical, but what other explanation could there be?

It didn’t happen all the time; it was pretty random, to be honest. But then I discovered I could control it. That way, at least I don’t hear her every single thought all the time.

I want to respect her privacy, but sometimes it’s just so hard not to take a peek into her mind.

I still want things to stay the way they used to be. I don’t want this ability to ruin our marriage.

And she doesn’t know about my powers—or at least, I don’t think she does. It’s better if she doesn’t. After all, it’s not like I’m going to be invasive. Whether she knows or not doesn’t really change anything.

Right now, I’m back from work, and I see her.

I’m not the most talkative person in the world, which is why it’s so hard for me to show affection.

On days like this, that feeling comes again... the one that makes me wonder what she’s thinking.

I’m hesitant—but more than hearing her thoughts, I just want to hear her voice right now.

So I walk closer to her and speak softly.

"Hey, honey..."

I say to her, just waiting.