It took Jezton a moment to respond. When he did, he reached for the empty soda can on his side of the table.“My ex-wife’s name is Angela,” he said quietly.“That’s actually a nice name,” she replied.“Yeah,” he said, squeezing the can tightly, his gaze fixed downward. His face twisted into a look of anger.“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, leaning forward, her voice full of concern.He shook his head, not convinced by her question. “That doesn’t seem like it’s the case.”“Why do you say that?” she asked, her worry growing as she noticed the intensity in his eyes.“Look at what you’re doing,” she pointed at the crushed soda can in his hand. When he looked down at it, he chuckled. “Oh, I didn’t realize. I was just thinking about Angela. She put me through so much. She still is. But it’ll all be worth it once everything falls into place.”He paused, his mood shifting. “Enough about me. Let’s talk about you.”With the focus now on her, and hoping to help distract him, she talked about her
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