My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

the medication pulled me deeper. The voices faded. Darkness took over.

When I woke properly the next morning, they were gone.

Both of them. Michael’s chair sat empty. Eleanor’s spot by the window was vacant.

The nurse who came to check my vitals looked uncomfortable.

“Your husband left early this morning,” she said carefully. “He signed your discharge continue reading …