Pasco arrived late to their dinner again, his excuses
piling on top of each other. Debbie sat across from him, her expression unreadable as he scrolled through his phone mid-conversation.
"Do you even want to be here, Pasco?" she finally
asked, her voice steady.
He looked up, startled. "What kind of question is that?"
"One I've been asking myself for weeks," she said,
standing up. "I've been fighting for us, Pasco. But you?You don't fight for me. You just assume I'll always be here."
Pasco frowned, his pride flaring. "Debbie, you're being dramatic. We've been through worse than this."
She shook her head, her heart breaking even as she spoke. "Not this time. I'm done waiting for you to see my worth. I won't go back to this."
As she walked away, Pasco called after her, but his
voice lacked the desperation she once hoped for.