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Arianna Cortez

 “Are you sure you want to do this?” Orlando asked for the seventh time that morning. We sat in our car outside the rehabilitation center.

“Yes.” I wanted to see her. It had been a week since Brian left, and she was all I could think about the entire week.

“You don’t have to see her, you know.”

“I know.” I gave him a small smile. Orlando has been a doting husband with unconditional love for our unborn child. I understood and embraced his overprotective nature. But this plagued my mind ever since I discovered the truth.

Despite what I told him, I’d been religiously following the news. I witnessed how they tore her apart in the past months. While Orlando acted normal, Benji kept no details from me. I looked at the forlorn building. Perhaps I needed closure.

“I don’t like this,” he said, pressing a feather-soft kiss on my