The $12 Detour
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The morning started like any other. Mark kissed my forehead at 5:30 AM, his suitcase wheels rumbling down the hallway. “I’ll text you when I land in Chicago,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. The front door clicked shut, and I turned over, listening to the Uber engine fade into the distance. He had a three-day conference. I had two kids, a pile of laundry, and a shared email account that was about to blow my life apart.
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