My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

that afternoon, he was carrying coffee. Two cups, like we were just a normal couple dealing with a sad situation together.

He didn’t even pretend to look devastated anymore. That mask had been for the nurses yesterday.

Today, alone with me, he didn’t bother.

“Hey,” he said casually, handing me one of the cups. “How are you feeling?”

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