faint, began to grow louder.
One evening, he returned from the hospital, and as I went to pull him into a hug, I caught a scent that stopped me cold. It wasn’t the antiseptic smell of the hospital, nor the familiar cedar-and-spice cologne he wore. It was a sharp, aggressive floral scent—perfume. Not mine. My mind immediately leapt to defend him: A nurse?continue reading …
