In front of all their elders, she announced that their marriage had run its course. They’d never had much affection for each other anyway, so they were parting on good terms. The man beside her didn’t even lift his eyes, but his left hand, still wearing his wedding ring, clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. That evening, in the walk-in closet, she packed her things to leave. He stormed in, but the moment he spoke, the corners of his eyes reddened. “Miss, can’t you stop this? My heart’s in a panic.” So he was just a big, wounded puppy.
