I Invited My Coworker to Our Fourth of July Barbecue Because He Had Nowhere Else to Go — But the Moment He Saw My Wife, He Turned Pale

The tray tilted, and three buns slid onto the patio like her body had forgotten what hands were for.

I stepped between them before I even knew I was moving.

“Back up,” I said. “I don’t know what’s happening, but you don’t scream at my wife in my yard.”

Gabriel shook so badly I thought he might collapse.

“Miles,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

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