As the evening settled in, I could sense a slight tension brewing when my husband, Alex, started searching for his car keys. He had planned to meet a few old friends for a night out, something he hadn’t done in a long time. Watching him rummage through drawers and check under couch cushions, I felt a pang of guilt mixed with my desire to keep him home with me.
“Looking for something?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
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