But then, three weeks later, everything changed.
The Calm
One morning, there was coffee waiting for me on the counter — made just the way I liked it. That evening, she smiled when I came home. A few days later, she made my favorite dinner. Then she started leaving little notes — a simple “Have a good day” in my lunch, “Thank you” on a Post-It by the mirror.
Then she started going to “doctor’s appointments” — always her gynecologist, always twice a week. I told myself not to pry, not after what I’d done. But my mind wouldn’t rest. Was she sick? Or… was she seeing someone else?Continue reading…