Mark leaned over and kissed my forehead, quick and warm.
“You look tired, Ket.”
“I’m fine.”
“Our anniversary is in three days. Ten years. Are we doing something or are you going to keep pretending you forgot?”
“I haven’t forgotten.”
“Good.”
He checked his phone again, wearing that same soft smile, then slipped it into his back pocket before I could glimpse the screen.
“I have to run out for an hour,” he said. “Errand.”
“On a Wednesday morning? Don’t you have work?”
“Boring one. Promise.”
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