The Call He Never Answered

ark Davis, my husband, stood in the center of the room, a wide grin on his face.

o his mouth without using his hands. Lily, her face flushed

ng the scene unfold. When Mark finally succeeded, the room erupted in applause

elled, a smile pl

ell over the room. Everyone turned to look at me, t

gan to tremble, and her eyes filled with

e whimpered, her

aten cookie. He turned and released Lily from the playful hug h

arrying in the silence. "Can' t you just let people have fun? You

in front of everyone, our colleagues, our friends, he bent his head and kissed her. It wasn' t

rmed over there, ripped them apart, and unleashed a torrent

nth wedding anniversary, I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.

colleagues, a practiced social dance I had perfected over the years. I was wai

sh color an assault on the eyes. I felt a brief moment

ably in the front seat. She smiled at m

dripping with false sincerity. "I g

to hang a small crochet charm I had made for him from h

h my car' s style, Olivia.

of a child' s toy was fine, but a

ack door, and slid inside. The old me would have thrown a fit, wou

n' t care

t reach for Lily' s hand or whisper in her ear like he normally would when I was in the ba