Got dressed.
Made his coffee.
Packed his laptop.
Then he kissed me near the front door.
“Terrible meeting at nine,” he complained.
“Sounds exciting,” I teased.
“I’d rather spend the morning cleaning out the garage.”
We laughed, and he left.
Nothing about that goodbye seemed unusual.
Since his office building was close to my workplace, I decided to drop off his medication.
I even stopped to buy his favorite coffee.
I had no idea that a small act of kindness would turn into one of the strangest experiences of our eleven-year marriage.
When I reached his office, I approached the reception desk carrying the coffee and pill bottle.
“Hello. I’m Eliam’s wife. He accidentally left his medication at home. Could you tell him I’m here?”
The receptionist glanced up.
“Eliam?”
I gave her his full name and department.
She typed something into her computer.
Then her expression changed.
