His Fake Wife, Her Real Voice
he wasn' t just a body in a bed; she was a per
e?" I whispered
like I' m a piece of furniture, the nurses gossiping about their love lives,
" I said
d who' s already given up. Now, liste
hat
etween my shoulder blades. It' s be
he first requests
in your own mind, and your first com
s on end, an itch becomes a form of psycholog
"Alright,
led her onto her side. Her body was limp, dead weight. It felt wrong. I
rected in my head. "Higher. To the ri
en to, a woman who was technically my wife, while sh
the door
r eyes wide. I was half-leaning over Nicole, my hand u
eared his throat, a knowing, sl
s a difficult time. It' s important to... be patient
ympathetic nod and qu
nd back like I
cole' s voice dripped with sarcasm in
" I shot back, my face hot with emb
where I
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