The message came at exactly 6:12 PM, just as the dinner rush was beginning to build. I remember the time because I had glanced at my phone between orders, expecting something simple—maybe a “Happy anniversary” or at least a plan for later.
Instead, it read: “I’m stuck at work, let’s celebrate tonight.”
I stared at it for a moment longer than …
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