Snap. Yell. Hell, rage bait or just say something!

Three days slipped by wrapped in Sam's carefully‑polished kindness - and that quiet courtesy stung worse than shouting ever could.

I knew he was planning something. The last time he was a little quiet, he invited Susan and John, now he has so much dirt on me.

He'd ask how I slept each morning, praised my coffee, kept an empty chair ready for me at the dining‑table like some perfect‑advertisement husband.

Did his mother ask him to treat me well for a change?

With nothing urgent scheduled for me at TKD, I stayed mostly at home alongside Rye, listening to the...