His Panic, Her Priority

r and I were supposed to

the crisp suit I' d picked out we

. It was a text

k. I have to go to him. So sorr

ugh my chest. It wasn' t the first time Caleb' s "crisis"

n' t

y pocket. There was nothing to say. I drove home, took off the

ct, but I' d taken a step back, choosing less demanding projects at my firm so I could b

He was the brilliant, troubled programmer, and she was the driven

I scrolled through Instagram,

p in a chair in their office, a blanket draped o

can be there for you wit

heir own. I left a co

you two

ifer' s name, held my finger on it, and

closet. I pulled out my empty