I Left the “Nice Guy” After He Forgot Our Dog’s Lifeline

The highway lights strobed across his scruffy fur—one ear up, one ear down—like even his body couldn’t agree on whether we were safe yet.

Part of me expected Mark to come running out of the house, barefoot, clutching the little blue pill like a peace offering.

He didn’t.

Instead, my phone lit up at a red light with a message that was somehow worse than continue reading …