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Two weeks later, just as expected, Kyle returned. He said he had “worked through his issues” and wanted another chance. Emma invited him over for dinner. He showed up the same as always—flowers in hand, polite tone, calling me “sir” like nothing had happened. I served his favorite meal, the same on…

Two weeks later, just as expected, Kyle returned. He said he had “worked through his issues” and wanted another chance. Emma invited him over for dinner. He showed up the same as always—flowers in hand, polite tone, calling me “sir” like nothing had happened. I served his favorite meal, the same one he once called disgusting behind my back, and we all sat down together.