IN THE MIST

　　TIARA

　　I took a step backwards into denial.

　　“What? Vincent...it’s me...your wife,” I said, barely refraining from crying in front of him.

　　“My wife...” he repeated, then grabbed his temples with his palms bouncing his head.

　　The doctor had already entered the ward.

　　“Mrs. Baker, you’d better get out of here. I’m going to subject Mr. Baker to a few tests.” 

　　“Okay...” I ...