Tell me why.”
“I’m sorry, Alicia. Really.”
I laughed once.
“You’re sorry?”
“I’ve waited long enough.”
Then he walked out.
For once, I didn’t follow him.
I didn’t fix anything.
I simply sat there until the words on the medical forms blurred through my tears.
A few minutes later, Dr. Kahn appeared in the doorway.
“Alicia?”
I wiped my face.
“Is he gone?”
“Yes. He asked reception to call him a cab.”
I looked at the doctor.
“Did you know?”
“Know what?”
“That my husband was apparently waiting to beat
