I Aborted Your Child And Left
Language: en
My husband, Scott, suffered from selective amnesia. Conveniently, he only ever managed to forget the things I said. On our third wedding anniversary, after placing the final dish on the dining table, I leaned in and whispered softly to him, "My stomach’s been acting up again. I made an appointment for an endoscopy tomorrow morning. Could you drive me?" He looked up at me, his eyes blank and bewildered. "Huh? What did you just say?" Beside him sat his childhood best friend, Taryn. She let out a small, quiet laugh that sounded entirely like a deliberate provocation. She cleared her throat…