No More Handyman: His Last Stand

r than it had been in years. I had spent the night telling her everything, the cons

expression growing more an

she said, handing me a cup of coffee

y phone buzzed. It was

runk and stupid. Come home. I bought y

uy my forgiveness with a toy. That's all she thought I was worth.

conflict, that just wanted things to go back to the way they were, even if th

on't you dare, Sean," she warned. "That

again. Another t

startup is so stressful. I promise, things will be diffe

imes before. Empty words designed to pacify me, to keep me compli

own phone across the

r," she said quietly,

. It was Dylan's profile. He ha

other over coffee and pastries. They looked happy, relaxed, intimate. The caption read

tment. She had sent me those texts, those pathetic attempts at an apology,

s a quiet, cold realization. She wasn't sorry. She was just managing an

fingers moved across the scre

be home in an hour to g

thout a secon

you say?"

coming to get my

s Chloe's face. "Good," s

r, were over. The constant, low-level anxiety that had become my normal state of being was just... gone. She had made t