She Was the Only Child Her Father Never Celebrated. On Father’s Day, She Placed an Envelope on the Table, Said Two Words, and Walked Out

door quietly behind him before I was fully awake. At dinner he seemed distracted, his jokes a little flat, his attention somewhere else. He barely touched his guitar in the evenings, which was unusual enough to worry me.

I told myself he needed space, that adjusting to married life takes time, that I should not read too much into a few quiet days.

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