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Caroline stared at her husband and offered a smile. “How’s your food?” she asked quietly, trying to gauge his emotional state from across the table.
Calvin grunted a reply.
“My salad’s good too,” she offered, this time to no response.
She bit her lip. All around her, underneath these gaudy chandeliers, were nearly a hundred couples. Tonight’s dinner was put on by the Truth Warrior’s conference, and everyone in this section was here to work on their marriages. Husband and wives leaned toward each other, their faces illuminated by soft candlelight. Smiling couples. Laughing couples.
Talking couples.
The setting would be absolutely perfect if it weren’t for the overwhelming stench of cigarette smoke and her husband’s usual silence.
“What’d you think of your breakout session?” s
