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reached for me—his hand still warm from holding her.
“Come here.”

A thoughtful woman on a porch | Source: Midjourney
I let him pull me close, even as my skin crawled. “Love you,” he murmured. “Love you too,” I whispered, tasting ash.
Friday, I called in sick. No way I could focus on work while my marriage crumbled in five-minute increments every night.continue reading …
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