Part 2: “I’ll get one down the hall. I’ve been restless lately, tossing around at night. I don’t want to disturb you.”
I stared at him.
“Jeffrey, this is our twentieth anniversary.”
“It’s only for sleeping. We’ll still have dinner. We’ll spend the day together.”
“The day?”
Something cold settled inside me.
“You don’t want to sleep beside me.”
“That isn’t what this is.”
“Then what is it?”
He finally looked at me.
“I can’t explain right now. Please trust me.”
Then he picked up his suitcase and walked out. The next part and the full ending of the story. Type “Hotel” so Facebook can boost the post’s engagement, allowing us to share the entire story right under the REPLY section
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