The 7:00 PM Pill: When “Nice” Isn’t Enough to Stay Married

happened? Is it your brother?”

“No, no—he’s fine. Dad called me.”

Of course he did.

My throat went dry. “And?”

Kyle exhaled. “He said you… took Buster and left. He said you’re ‘having a moment.’”

I stared at the wall. Beige. Cheap. The kind of paint that has never heard a confession.

“A moment,” I repeated.

“Mom,” Kyle said carefully, like he was approaching continue reading …