Left For Dead, I Rise Again

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in the hallways, their voices dropping to hushed tones as I

cilman Madden' s wife, and

ing that socialite, Hope Green. She chec

o be so publicl

ed over ten years of marriage. The 'everything is fine' smi

a lie, and I was

lways be

my wrist. I called him, my voice shaking with pain and fear. He' d told me he wa

. Gable, who brought me a thermos of soup and sat w

and to others. He' s under immense pressure. His work

I' d built to hold ba

e dam h

sy. It wasn't that he wa

as that he simply didn't love

lf. I packed my small overnight bag myself. And I walke

matic glass doors sliding open, the

en I s

on the other side of the entrance, the o

esh and radiant as a daffodil in spring. Her arm was linked

the air from my lungs. I had never, not in a decade of marriage, been the recipient of such a look. He w

he sa

f it had never been there, replaced by a f

flat. He didn' t move toward m

manded, "Get

er door of his sleek black sedan, and carefully helped her ins

hed in my hand, and watched this intimate, caring

ened the rear door myself, sliding onto the cool l

sted the rearview mirror. His eyes met mine

one leaving no room for discussion. "Her doctor says she needs a

used. The incident tha

nymore. It was just a hollo

old myself. It

n anyway. I had n

urgling sound came

w furrowed with concern. "Are you hungry?"

ng down with a shy