Tears welled in her eyes, but these weren’t tears of fear or grief. These were tears of someone who had just gotten confirmation.
Then Dr. Mercer walked in, closed the door, and sat beside her.
His hand covered hers.
His thumb brushed her knuckles.
I vomited into the sink.
Back in the recovery bed, I texted Brandon Walsh.
I need you. Something’s very wrong.
He replied instantly.
Where are you? UCHealth?
Can you pick me up? Don’t tell Nicole.
I didn’t know what was in that envelope.
But I knew my wife had lied to me.
And whatever she was hiding had just crossed a line I couldn’t walk back from.
The night after I texted Brandon, I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Mercer’s voice again. He can’t know. I replayed the sound of the monitor spiking, the way my heart had tried to escape my chest while my body stayed frozen. I lay next to Nicole in the dark, listening to her breathing, steady and calm, and wondered how long she’d been able to sleep beside me while keeping secrets big enough to destroy everything.
She woke before I did and kissed my cheek softly.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
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