The Day I Walked Again Was The Day I Lost My Husband
Adrian carried the conversation with an ease that made my skin crawl now that I knew what that ease was covering, asking the boys about school, refilling my water glass before I could ask, playing every part of the devoted husband so convincingly that I almost admired the performance, if it had not been aimed directly at destroying me.
Halfway through the meal, Elias's cup tipped and rolled toward the edge of the table, and my hand shot out to catch it before I had time to think, my whole body half rising out of the chair before I caught myself and dropped back down, heart hammering.
"You okay?" Adrian asked, glancing up from his plate.
"Fine." I forced a laugh, sliding the cup back to Elias