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

that.

Marco looked at me differently.

Not impressed.

Seen.

That evening, we went home.

The anniversary pasta was still sitting in the refrigerator.

Marco reached for his keys.

I assumed he planned to take me somewhere.

Instead, he opened the fridge.

“Can I reheat this?”

“You better,” I muttered. “I spent 40 minutes on that sauce.”

He smiled.

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