Every word from the nurses replayed in her mind until it no longer felt like shock — just confirmation. The next morning, Evan showed up early, coffee in hand, his energy bright and forced. He kissed her cheek lightly. “You look better,” he said. “I’ve missed that smile.”
She didn’t smile. “Where were you last night?” He blinked, caught off guard. “Home. Why?” “I called.” Her voice was calm, too calm. “You didn’t answer.” “Must’ve been asleep,” he said, setting down the coffee. “Long day. What’s wrong?”