Victor
“Hmm," Dr. Kizer says with a smile as we walk into her office, hand in hand.
Erika's cheeks redden as she leans against my shoulder.
“Dr. Kizer," I say in greeting.
The counselor's smile broadens. “Tell me, Mr. Cross, Ms. Ellis: how was the cabin?"
I squeeze Erika's hand. “I think it was just what the doctor ordered."
“Ms. Ellis?" the counselor asks.
“Erika Cross, Mrs. Victor Cross," my wife says. “I'm having them change my name at the station too. Soon it will be Erika Cross on channel fifty-three. I had some preconceived notion that I couldn't advance in my career if I used my married name, but now I realize what that did to Vic. We've been married for almost five years; I want everyone to know."
“Victor," Dr. Kizer asks, “how do you feel about that?"
“I think I have
