“Your husband? He’s been on leave all week.”
My stomach dropped.
Minutes later, he sent me a text.
*Work is absolutely insane today. I’ll pick up my pills tonight.*
The following morning, I followed his car instead of asking questions.
And when he drove straight past the road leading to his office, I realized that whatever he was hiding had been going on much longer than I imagined.
My husband, Eliam, had always been a little forgetful.
Once, he left his car keys inside the refrigerator after getting distracted while putting groceries away.
So finding his medication beside the coffee maker wasn’t particularly surprising.
That morning had begun like every other weekday.
He showered.
Got dressed.
Made his coffee.
Packed his laptop.
Then he kissed me near the front door.
“Terrible meeting at nine,” he complained.
“Sounds exciting,” I teased.
“I’d rather spend the morning cleaning out the garage.”
We laughed, and he left.
Nothing about that goodbye seemed unusual.
Since his office building was close to my workplace, I decided to drop off his medication.
I even stopped to buy his favorite coffee.
I had no idea that a small act of kindness would turn into one of the strangest experiences of our eleven-year marriage.
When I reached his office, I approached the reception desk carrying the coffee and pill bottle.
“Hello. I’m Eliam’s wife. He accidentally left his medication at home. Could you tell him I’m here?”
The receptionist glanced up.
“Eliam?”
I gave her his full name and department.
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