My Wife’s Massage Therapist Called Me and Said I Needed to Attend Her Next Session Secretly

collapsed. Five months. I thought about Ellie’s birthday party, the one where Lina spent three hours decorating cupcakes and pretending she wasn’t exhausted.

I thought about our anniversary dinner, movie nights on the couch, and weekend trips to the farmer’s market. Entire seasons of our lives had passed while she carried this secret alone.

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