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“Thank you, sweetheart,” she’d whisper after everything, like she was afraid I’d vanish if she didn’t say it often enough.
Eric, on the other hand, became a ghost in his own house.
“I’ve got the kids tonight, Pen.”
“I’ll handle dinner tomorrow.”
Then it became:
“Late call, Pen.
I have to be at the office for it.”
“I’ve got back-to-back meetings, hon. Sorry.”
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