The Perfect Wife Walked Away
The needle on the temperature monitor was creeping upward, inching toward the red zone.
"Steady," I whispered to myself. "Just stay steady."
I reached out to adjust the manual flow valve. My hand hovered over the metal wheel, and that’s when I saw it.
The tremor.
It was slight, a subtle vibration in my fingertips, but it was there. My hand was shaking.
I clenched my fist, pressing my fingers into my palm until the knuckles turned white. I took a sharp breath, willing the tremor to stop. But it didn't. It was a physical betrayal; a symptom of a body that was running on fumes.