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

of me.

“You okay?” he asked.

I pointed at Buster. “He is.”

Kyle crouched to scratch Buster behind the ears. Buster thumped his tail once—slow, cautious.

Kyle stood and looked at me.

“Dad’s telling everyone you left because you’re ‘making a point,’” he said. “Like it’s some… stunt.”

I nodded. “Of course he is.”

Kyle’s face tightened. “I told him to stop.”

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