And the dates.
Six months.
He smiled like everything was normal.
The affair had started before Clara’s health crashed. Before the transplant. Before I lay in a hospital bed while my husband kissed my forehead and my sister called me her hero.
I sat down on the kitchen floor because my legs stopped working.
I kept scrolling.
When Evan came home that night, I w
as on the couch with a blanket over my lap, pretending to watch television.
He smiled like everything was normal.He leaned down and kissed my head. I kept my face still.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Sore,” I said.
He leaned down and kissed my head. I kept my face still.
“You should take it easy.”
“I am.”
He went to wash his hands. I stared at the hallway and thought, You touched her and then came home and touched me.
