We both turned to look down the corridor.
I thought about the way Ben brought Rosie flowers on Tuesdays for no reason.
The way he could recite lines from her favorite movie.
Their marriage was never a performance.
Their love was real.
But I could not forgive my parents for what they’d done.
But I could not forgive.
“I hated you for two whole minutes,” I whispered.
“I would have hated me for longer.”
Just then, footsteps hurried down the corridor toward us.
I turned to see the doctor approaching.
Something in his eyes told me he was bringing news I was not ready to hear.
I stood and braced myself against the wall.
He was bringing news I was not ready to hear.
The doctor stopped just short of us.
He glanced between Ben and me.
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