I Married the Man Who Saved My Life
When we got home that night, I was still floating.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Still in his button-down, tie loosened but untouched. His shoulders were rigid. His eyes were fixed on the floor like he couldn’t look at me.
“Ryan? What’s wrong?”
He lifted his head.
His face wasn’t nervous. It was heavier than that.
Like he’d been carrying something for years and had finally reached the point where he couldn’t carry it any longer.
His eyes were fixed on the floor like he couldn’t look at me.
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