I opened the folder.
No evidence of malignancy.
I frowned.
That couldn’t be right.
I turned the page.
Another report.
Different date, same result.
The nurse’s message was starting to make sense, but nothing explained why Ben was lying to me or what exactly he was planning.
Nothing explained why Ben was lying to me
Healthy bloodwork.
No sign of cancer.
The dates were only weeks old.
Weeks after we’d been told he was dying.
I read the words over and over until they blurred together.
If Ben wasn’t dying… then why were we getting married in a hospital?
