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She left the house at 6:15 a.m. before anyone woke up.
Before her husband could ask if she'd written the thank-you notes to his parents. Before her daughter could need her hair done or her lunch packed or clarification on homework she'd already explained twice. Before her son could make a mess that wasn't technically anyone's fault but somehow became hers to manage. Before the mental arithmetic began—the endless calculation of who needed what, when, and whether she had the emotional bandwidth to provide it.
They checked in separately, the #way #people who work together and sleep apart usually do. He got there first, still wearing the #suit that had survived the flight and the client call that had nearly killed the deal before it started. She walked in five minutes later looking like she’d just stepped out of a deposition where someone else’s career had ended. Same firm, same case, same overpriced hotel the travel department always chose because it was convenient and discreet.
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