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

the way someone looks when they’re delivering bad news they wished they didn’t have to deliver, as if he hadn’t slept in days.

“Thank you for coming,” he said quietly.

“What is this about?”

“Just follow me.”

My pulse hammered in my ears. Every horrible possibility I’d imagined over the past three days came flooding back.

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