My Husband Has No Hands
Watching all the donations and subscriptions pouring in on the livestream, I was so furious that my hands trembled.
Chris was lying on the bed. Although he did not have hands, he used his face to gently rub my cheek.
There was pain in his eyes, but there was also encouragement.
I took a deep breath, held his face and kissed the scars that had healed yet remained hideous.
"Don't worry, honey. If it's popularity they want, I'll give them a big boost."
I opened the X app, formerly known as Twitter, and registered a new account with the handle "Chris Gomez's Wife".