I sat frozen in my own car for a moment, watching Sienna climb out of the passenger side and walk toward the entrance beside the driver, and that’s when I finally got a clear look at exactly who’d been picking her up all week.
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Roy. My ex-husband’s older brother.
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I hadn’t seen Roy in almost two years, not since the last strained holiday gathering before Gordon and I finalized our divorce completely. I parked quickly and followed them inside, my mind racing through a dozen different explanations, none of them landing anywhere close to what I actually found once I reached the fourth floor.
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Sienna was sitting beside a hospital bed when I finally pushed through the door of room 412, holding the hand of a man considerably thinner and grayer than the version of my ex-husband I remembered from our last real conversation almost a year earlier.
