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

to my mouth so he wouldn’t hear me break.

That afternoon, I took Buster back to the vet for a follow-up.

Different waiting room, different fluorescent lights, same feeling of being a woman pleading with the universe to not take what she loves.

The vet—a young woman with tired eyes and a ponytail—checked his gums and listened to his heart.

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