When the appointment ended, I agreed to schedule the recommended examinations.
It was the first time in years that I had allowed my family to see how frightened I really was.
But the conversation was not over.
Outside, in the parking lot, I turned toward Michael.
“Do you know what I thought during these three months?”
He lowered his eyes.
“I can imagine.”
“No, I don’t think you can.”
My voice trembled.
“I thought you had stopped loving me because I was getting older. I thought you had started looking at Emily differently because she was young and beautiful. I thought the man who promised to spend his life with me was secretly choosing my daughter instead.”
Michael’s face crumpled.
“Sarah, I am so sorry.”
“I wondered whether I had been foolish to trust you. I wondered whether every good memory we had was hiding something I had failed to see.”
