No Longer Your Emergency Contact

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Elena noticed that I had stopped asking for her opinion on everything.

An email came from work―a position had opened up at the New York headquarters, and they wanted to know if I was interested. I filled out the application and hit send before I even remembered I hadn't told her.

When Sam's wedding invitation arrived, addressed to "Caleb Vance and Guest," I RSVP'd for one and wrote a separate check for their gift.

Even the minor surgery, the one that required a hospital stay, I handled my