For a second, my breath caught in my throat. “Hey,” I said softly, touching his arm, “let’s get it checked out. Just to be safe.” He nodded, but the fear in his eyes lingered.
Over the next few days, we pretended life was normal—work, meals, evening walks—but there was a quiet heaviness between us. He tried to joke as usual, but the sparkle behind the jokes wasn’t quite the same. When the dermatologist appointment finally came, we sat in the waiting room holding hands, both of us pretending we weren’t imagining worst-case scenarios.Continue reading…
