But what does that have to do with me? Am I not really be bored worrying about this? I opened my phone to call a rideshare to go home and noticed that Mark had called me several times. Despite my disgust for him, I returned one of the calls.

Mark picked up quickly, his tone anxious, "Sweetie, why haven't you been answering your phone? You scared me to death."

Pretending to tease him, I said, "Honey, are you worried about me?"

In my mind, I thought, ‘aren't you secretly ...