He would smile.
“Just making sure you’re really here.”
I thought it was romantic.
Now those words carry a different meaning.
Three months into our marriage, Daniel insisted I visit a private medical clinic.
“Sweetheart, you’re sixty-four. I simply want to make sure you’re healthy.”
“I already had my annual examination.”
“This clinic offers more advanced screening. Please, do it for me.”
Eventually, I agreed.
The facility was inside a modern building with mirrored windows. A physician named Dr. Adrian Cole greeted us.
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