Doctors
Love, Lies, and Second Chances
I was helping my childhood friend, who was hospitalized, to the bathroom, but at the door, I ran into my ex-boyfriend whom I hadn’t seen in five years.
He was half-embracing a pregnant woman, his head slightly lowered, their posture intimate.
I vaguely heard the pregnant woman call him “husband.”
After five years of separation, I had imagined countless scenarios of our reunion, but I never dared to think that he would already be married.
