I Spent Nearly Two Weeks Recovering From Surgery and My Husband Never Visited Once—Then I Came Home and Froze at the Front Door
“Will somebody get me when she’s out?”
Brenda nodded.
“As soon as we know where she’s recovering.”
He looked back at me.
“Three hours.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Then he kissed my forehead.
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