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. ...