ALEXANDER
Margaret stayed latched onto my arm, whispering about how she loved the flowers and how happy she was that I’d come to pick her up like she asked, but the truth was, I didn’t even know she asked.
After texting Eva, I went to work. I didn’t glance at my phone again. I wasn’t even aware that she wanted anything from me. I’d momentarily forgotten that Margaret even worked at the hospital, but it was too late now. Pushing her away would only fuel more rumors and make life harder for her than it needed to be.
“Come on,” she said, tugging my arm. “Let’s go home.”
I barely paid attention to her words, but allowed her tug me, mainly because I wanted to see where Eva had gone. She walked past me as if I was nobody. I was her husband for f***s sake, and she had no right to leave with a
