“Really, Janey,” Tessa said. “It’s fine.” She’d have to deal with Ron sooner or later. She’d rather it not be in a hospital emergency room, with only curtains separating her from other patients, doctors, and her sister. But she didn’t get everything she wanted.
Her older sister glared at Tessa’s husband. “I’m going to get a soda from the machine,” she said. “That’s how long you get to talk to her.” She walked out of the curtained-off area, and Ron moved to pull the yellow, billowy drapes back into place.
He faced her, pure nerves on his face. “What did you tell her?”
“I haven’t told her anything, actually,” Tessa said. “I did ask her if her first husband had cheated on her and if she thought she could forgive that.” She wasn’t going to sugarcoat things. Not with him. Not when he’d been
