Chapter 12

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When Andrew returned Cynthia had already made dinner. She hated to admit it, but she had put in more effort than usual. She wanted to make up for the previous evening. She hated anyone being angry with her.

But Andrew didn't compliment nor complain about the food that night. When she asked him how his day was, he was uncharacteristically undetailed and curt in his narration of the day. Usually, he would have a verbal waterfall. They ate in silence for most of the dinner. At one point the silence grew so heavy that the kids noticed and started their innocent batter to fill it.

Cynthia's thoughts drifted to Stacy. She wished she could text her about the night and tell her she had decided to cook again. She wished she could ask her if she was wrong to make his favorite steak-and-rice combination.

And she did just that after dinner. Andrew went back upstairs and she stayed behind to clean up and put the kids to bed. When she had put the tablecloth and the vase back on the dining table, she sat down on one of the chairs, pulled her phone out, and confided in Stacy.


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