The Slap That Ended Everything

One Belgian waffle.

Ethan hates waffles. Calls them “dessert with grid lines.”

I remember staring at that line in my home office on a Tuesday morning at 6:12, still in my robe, my coffee getting cold beside a stack of grant proposals. I didn’t feel shocked. My hand just stopped moving.

After that, the little things started itching.

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