ALMOST PERFECT
Let it sit there, a glowing, accusatory ember in the corner of his vision.
Lisa returned with the thermometer, a glass of water, and two aspirin. "Open," she commanded, and he obeyed, letting her slip the pills onto his tongue. The water was cold, shocking his system. She tucked the digital thermometer under his armpit, a gesture so familiar and domestic that it nearly broke him. They waited in silence for the beep, the quiet of the room heavy with her worry and his deception. The display read 98.6. Perfectly normal.
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