Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea
“Just the two of us.”
“You have meetings every afternoon this week,” I said.
“I canceled them,” he said, reaching across the small table to cover my hand with his.
“You’ve been under so much stress lately, and I want to spend the day together.”
“The firm can spare you for four hours?”
“The firm will survive,” he said, his smile warm and completely open.
“Eat your eggs before they get cold.”
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