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He’s an oncologist, so his job is stressful. I understood that. Patients call at weird hours, and emergencies happen.
But this felt different somehow.
Then came the weird questions that made my stomach twist.
One morning while he was making coffee, he asked in this overly casual tone, “Hey, honey, your friend Lily’s mom, what’s her name again? The blonde one with the green dress at graduation?”
“Melissa,” I said, pouring cereal into my bowl. “Why are you asking?”
He sipped his coffee and shrugged, not quite meeting my eyes.
“Oh, nothing really. She just looked familiar somehow. Thought maybe I’d seen her before.”
I didn’t think much of it at the time and went back to scrolling through my phone.
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