When Eric walked through the door holding two glossy cruise tickets, I should’ve seen the cracks in his perfect grin. But I didn’t. I saw what I wanted to see—a romantic gesture, a chance to breathe, to believe we were still worth fighting for. Ten years of marriage deserves that much, doesn’t it? “Just the two of us,” he said, brushing my hair behind my ear the way he used to when we were still learning each other’s favorite songs and middle names. “No phones, no kids. Just us.” I smiled, caught off guard. “A cruise? Seriously?” “A week in...
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