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

maybe the next scan will be better.” Her voice dropped. “Maybe they’ll tell me it was all a mistake.”

I closed my eyes. The anger I’d felt only minutes earlier now seemed monstrous. She wasn’t hiding another man. She was hiding fear. Pure, overwhelming fear.

“I wasn’t trying to lie to him,” she whispered. “I was trying to buy one more normal day.”

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