MY HUSBAND SAID HE WAS TIRED OF “SUPPORTING” ME… SO I LABELED EVERYTHING I PAID FOR

on my door.

Not pounded.

Not rattled.

Knocked.

Three calm taps.

When I opened it, Ryan stood there holding a casserole dish.

For a moment, I honestly thought he had come to return something.

Then I remembered.

The Miller family had never returned dishes.

Only taken them.

“Ryan?”

He shifted awkwardly.

“Hey.”

I looked at the casserole.

He looked at the casserole.

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