He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

before Janice, before I had enough energy to wash my own mug, another piece fell into place.

Not from Marcus.

From his phone.

He’d left it on the kitchen counter while he was upstairs in the shower. It buzzed twice. I wasn’t snooping, not at first. I was reaching for my water glass. The screen lit up.

TINA – HR

The preview read: “I told you to get ahead continue reading …