He still brought me coffee before early shifts and kissed my forehead at night.
Was it a perfect marriage? Close enough that I never checked.
Roy and I had been married twelve years.
Until one Tuesday.
My last appointment was a new patient named Tessa.
She was young and wore a fitted dress that showed off a very round belly. She sat down, crossed her ankles, and smiled at me like we were old friends.
“You’re Vanessa? Roy’s wife?”