My Sister Broke a Bottle on Me at Her Wedding

I was dead.

I thought he was wrong.

He wasn’t.

Peter Opens the Door

Peter came to the hospital alone the next morning.

No bodyguards. No wedding ring. No suit jacket. He wore a gray sweater and carried a paper cup of coffee he never drank.

He stopped in the doorway.

“Can I come in?”

“You’re already in.”

He took the chair beside the bed.

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