er stains. I counted them for hours, the only thing to do a

mewhere in our house, in our bed, tending to the man who

solitude. I thought about our wedding day. The promises she ma

rk, a fight with a friend, a simple cold. I was always there. B

of loving someone who didn't love you back. Not in the way that mattered. Not when it

ainty. It was over. I couldn't do this anymore. I wouldn't. The love I ha

or more tests. As we rounded a corner, I saw them. Olivia and Liam were w

ho looked at him with such tender concern it made m

idened, a flash of something unreadable in the

flat. She didn't move toward

, well. Look who it is. Still

bed in its heavy cast. My head ached. I looked at her

ever

octors said Liam' s sprain is quite serious. He needs weeks of rest. You need to come home an

alm spreading through me. She was looking at my cast, at my pale, bruised

vacation we cancelled because Liam was g

remiere and Olivia had to be there. The countless nights she' d spent on th

. Three chances. One for every year of our marriage. The first was when she chose his premiere over my celebra

ikes. She

I apologize to her lover. My heart, which had been aching for