*Kiera*
I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of my blouse and smoothing down the fabric. I feel a bit silly dressing up for an interview with a nurse, but something about the occasion feels significant. I want to present myself as a partner, not just a shadow lurking in the background. I want to show Will that I’m serious about this, about us, about Frida. That I can be the Wife he needs, at least to the world.
Just as I give my reflection one last critique, the doorbell rings, slicing through my thoughts like a knife. My heart races as I rush to the living room, my mind swirling with excitement and nerves. I stop dead in my tracks as I see Will shaking hands with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Tina.
She’s young, maybe in her mid-twenties, with long, flowi
