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The bag of sandwiches sat in the passenger seat of my car as an offensive reminder that I was too weak to reject my mate and spare myself the hurt. Just one more thing I was failing at.
When I pulled into the short driveway in front of my modest one-bedroom rental, I didn’t leave the car immediately. Instead, I called my best friend.
“Man, you are hard to get ahold of these days,” she answered.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked right away.
“Tell you what?” she said airily. I didn’t believe her for a second.
“You know what. Why didn’t you tell me Leo’s back?” I demanded.
“Well, he’s only been home for a few days. He came here and spent some time with the kids but didn’t elaborate on his plans,” she said. By her tone, I knew she wasn’t being completely honest. “If you messag
