A Love Long Overdue

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On Thanksgiving, I cooked a feast. Turkey, pumpkin pie, cranberry sauce... the whole nine yards. I was waiting for Julian to come home.

But when he walked in, he didn't even glance at the table. He just started packing a travel bag.

"I can't spend Thanksgiving with you this year," he said, his voice as cold as ice.

I didn't say a word. I just silently cut a small piece of pumpkin pie and put it in my mouth.

Later that night, right on schedule, Julian's childhood friend, Sophia, posted on