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Overwhelmed, I ran out of the examination
room and sat in the hallway, sobbing. Amelia
followed. “Dr. Sanders, what’s wrong?” She
offered me a tissue. “Here…”
Before she could finish, her phone rang.
“Hubby” flashed across the screen. Her face
lit up as she answered.
“Amelia, I’ve sent the driver to pick you up.” It
was David’s voice, smooth and cultured, the
voice I knew so well.
“Okay, I’ll be right down.” She hung up, gave
me a quick goodbye, and left.
I shredded the tissue in my clenched fist.
Then I noticed a faint, familiar scent –
jasmine. It was the kind of tissue David