My Other Half
Elle clung to that mercy, no lives lost, but her heart ached for Jack, lying in his ICU bed, his smile warm but distant, his memories stuck in 2017.
She’d spent hours by his side, talking about old times his college bonfires, Luca’s bad guitar playing, their group’s late night pizza runs careful not to mention their dating, their engagement, their wedding.
Each word was a knife, cutting deeper as she hid their life. Her wedding ring hung on a chain around her neck, tucked under her sweater, a secret she couldn’t share.
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