Her Emergency Contact Was My Husband
Language: en
Five years of marriage, and Drew told me I needed to get a life of my own. So, I enrolled in driving school. It was my first day of closed-course maneuver practice. The instructor handed out an intake form, asking for an emergency contact. The young girl next to me finished hers first, sliding the clipboard over with a warm smile. "Here you go, hon. Your turn." "Thanks," I murmured, taking it. As I did, my eyes accidentally brushed over her completed form. Emergency Contact: Drew Weston. Relationship: Husband. Because the name I was about to write on my own form was exactly the same. She…