“I know,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
“He’s just playing.”
But was he?
Or was it a reflection of the uncertainty he felt?
She often had the answers, the solutions that eluded me.
Making matters worse, she never hesitated to voice her opinions, often to my detriment.
I recalled the missed pickup incident again.
Her calm assurance that she had it handled.
I had been left out of the loop.
And yet, here I was, trying to reclaim lost ground.
With each passing second, the pressure of the upcoming dinner pressed down harder.
The anticipation of unspoken words, of pointed glances, was almost too much to bear.
But I had to face it.
For the sake of the kids, if nothing else.
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