Dad hu.mi.liated me in front of 30 people: “You weren’t important enough to be invited to your sister’s wedding.” – Welcome

two candles.

Opened a bottle of wine.

At eight, he texted:

***Emergency. I’m sorry.***

At nine, I reheated the sauce.

At 10:05, I blew out one candle.

At 11:15, I packed everything into containers.

Marco came home after midnight and found me asleep on the couch.

The next morning, he kissed my forehead.

“I’ll make it up to you, darling.”

I smiled.

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