Recipe for Reconciliation

Stella

The night weighs heavy on me, each mile that separates Vance and me adding to the burden I didn’t think I’d ever have to bear again. I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning in bed, trying to bury the memories of our argument and the sting of his words. It’s infuriating that he would have the audacity to be mad about my accomplishment.

He should be thrilled for me.

Shouldn’t he?

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