DORIAN

“Do I look sick to you, dear loving husband?” She shot at me, almost immediately.

“Should I be honest?”

“Not. Funny. Leave me alone.”

“Hmm. Russell didn’t check in? Don’t you have that um… clearance with Vogue?”

She didn’t say anything in reply. I didn’t blame her regardless.

I couldn’t imagine what stress was going through her head.

I didn’t ask her what she saw.

Neither did I ask if she read all of it again or just enough to know she’d ...