“You can ask me,” he says into the quiet. He’s pushed the mute button on the TV, so it’s just us, no distractions. “I know you want to.”
“Do you wanna tell me?” I ease myself onto the foot of his bed, careful not to jostle him much. My heart is racing. It’s been eleven years. I know he’s been faithful to me since then; I know he loves me. Whatever
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