The Last Dare
Language: en
Every year on April Fool's Day, my husband, Carter, would play a game of "I Dare You" with his childhood sweetheart, Chloe. "Remember eighth grade? I dared you not to turn in your homework, and you folded your essay into paper airplanes," Carter said, leaning back in his chair with a nostalgic grin. "That was nothing," Chloe shot back. "Sophomore year, I dared you to steal the principal's glasses, and you took his toupee along with it." I stood in the doorway, my fingers tightly gripping an ultrasound printout. We had been married for five years. After countless hospital visits and…