beginning to hammer against my ribs. “Honey, what is it? Is everything okay? You look like you’ve just received the worst news of your life. Talk to me.”
He didn’t look up immediately. He took one final, shaky breath and slowly closed the card, resting his hands on top of it as if to keep the contents from escaping. The silence in the room was deafening, punctuated only by the hum of the refrigerator and the sound of my own rising anxiety.
Finally, he met my gaze. His eyes were
