This past summer, I walked out of back-to-back Zoom meetings to discover my husband had packed up our Subaru Ascent with his belongings and left. The 200 rock-band T-shirts, his Converse Chucks, his toothbrush, and whatever else he could fit in the trunk disappeared without so much as a conversation.
I considered canceling our upcoming all-inclusive trip for two to Antigua’s Cocobay Resort, but the trip was nonrefundable and…
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