His Panic, Her Priority

I arrived at City Hall, crisp suit and all, ready to finally get our marriage license after eight years.

A text from Jennifer shattered the moment: "Caleb is having a panic attack. Can we do this another day?"

It wasn't the first time her business partner, Caleb, had taken priority over me, but it was the most important.

Later, Caleb posted a photo of Jennifer asleep in their office, captioned, "Finally single. Now I can be there for you without any complications."

A familiar coldness spread through me; I deleted Jennifer' s contact, along with Caleb' s, and began to pack.