Eight Years Of His Lies

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at the kitchen table, staring blankly at a cold cup of coffee. I flinched away, as

on. My heart leaped into my throat, a sick, familiar terror. I drove there

re, looking harried. A nurse was adjusting an IV. As

hoarse. Relief flooded me, so

pered, reaching for his

mall, childish whimper. "She prom

cream. A reward for bravery. He was asking for her, even here,

I blinked furiously, forcing the tears back. This

ook. "This has all of Josh's medical history. All the specific triggers, his

bewildered. "Wh

at and final. "We're done. This ma

You're overwrought. We can talk about this later, in privat

in, carrying a ridiculously oversized teddy bear and

d me gently aside, her presence radiating a possessive warmth. "Brittany'

. She was playing the mother. In

smirk. "Oh, Kiana. I'm so sorry. I know this must be hard for you. Greg told me you'

the doctor, even Greg, on me. They saw the 'unstable' wife, the

y. "But Josh just loves me so much. He practically begs me to come. And I just can

. I needed to escape, just for a moment. I turned a

ars flashed before my eyes. The endless winters alone, the crushing depression, the careful monito

dn't turn. It was Greg and Britta

said. "He wants you to

now I'd love to, but Kiana looked p

boy. He was askin

all voice floated out. "Stay

She always is." He sounded a

r. A ghost haunt

ers, his past reactions, any recent changes in medication. Greg fumbled, stammerin

Fexofenadine, 180mg, and we carry two EpiPens. His last serious reaction was two years ago, to cross-contamination at

eeded me for the messy, real stuf

king at Greg. "I guess I'll go then. Josh needs his real mo

e the room. His voice was raw, heartbroke

d tiny shards piercing me. He

crying, reaching for Brittany. My eyes

oked at Greg. His face was unreadable. "I won't be here. You won't have to worry about me making a 'scene'