The Breaking Point

The next morning, Sarah’s call came while I was making coffee. Her voice sounded tired but happy on the other end.

“Hey babe, how’s everything?” she asked.

“Busy as hell,” I replied, forcing enthusiasm. “The pitch is today. How’s your trip going?”

She sighed. “Exhausting. These meetings are running long, and the time difference is killing me. I miss you, but I’m so swamped I can barely think straight. We’ll catch up properly when I’m back, okay?”

“Yeah, of course. I miss you too.” The words felt automatic. The call lasted less than five minutes before she had to run to another session. I stared at my...