Maybe he knew he'd gone way too far.
David started acting all soft and attentive out of nowhere.
Back when I still fussed over his health, I'd carefully prep every single meal for him.
Now, though? He was the one cooking me meals to bring to work, of all things.
I couldn't taste a single shred of sincerity in his food anymore. I'd just shove the container on my desk and dump the whole thing straight in the trash when I got off work.
David started flooding my phone with calls and texts, and the whole feeling was equal parts familiar and alien.
He'd tell me where he was, what he was doing, when he'd be home, then ask when I'd get back.
It took me right back to when we were dating and newly married; this was exactly how things used to be.
The only difference was, back then I'd reply t
