“You always get lost.”
I smiled back because I didn’t know what else to do.
Every instinct told me to lift that mattress the second I got another chance.
But every instinct also told me that if Ben noticed even the smallest change in me, I’d never learn the truth.
A few minutes later, Dr. Klein stepped into the room carrying a tablet.
I didn’t know what else to do.
“How’s our groom today?” he asked warmly.
“Married,” Ben said with a grin.
“I heard. Congratulations to both of you.”
He checked the monitor beside the bed, barely looking at it before turning back to Ben.
“Everything’s still on schedule.”
Ben gave the slightest nod.
“How’s our groom today?”
“So tomorrow should work?”
“It should,” the doctor replied.
Neither of them seemed to realize I was watching more closely than usual.
What was still on schedule?
Ben didn’t have any treatments tomorrow.
The doctor smiled politely at me before leaving.
What was still on schedule?
But all I could think of were the nurse’s words.
“He’s lying to you. He and the doctor. They have a plan.”
“You okay?” Ben asked. “You seem far away.”
“Just tired.” I forced a smile.
He squeezed my hand.
“Go home after visiting hours end. Get some sleep.”
“You seem far away.”
“I will.”
A few minutes later, he shuffled toward the bathroom with his IV pole.
The moment the door clicked shut, I approached his bed.
I was going to find out what Ben was hiding from me.
My fingers trembled as I lifted the mattress higher.
A thin manila folder sat tucked between the frame and the springs.
I lifted the mattress higher.
I pulled it out with shaking hands and pressed my back against the wall.
The bathroom door was still shut.
Water ran on the other side.
I opened the folder.
The first page was a lab report with Ben’s name at the top.
My eyes dropped straight to the conclusion.
I opened the folder.
No evidence of malignancy.
I frowned.
That couldn’t be right.
I turned the page.
Another report.
Different date, same result.
The nurse’s message was starting to make sense, but nothing explained why Ben was lying to me or what exactly he was planning.
Nothing explained why Ben was lying to me
Healthy bloodwork.
No sign of cancer.
The dates were only weeks old.
Weeks after we’d been told he was dying.
I read the words over and over until they blurred together.
If Ben wasn’t dying… then why were we getting married in a hospital?
We’d been told he was dying.
Why had the doctors told us he only had months to live?
Why was he pretending to be a dying man?
I grabbed my phone with shaking hands and photographed the reports as quickly as I could.
There were more papers underneath.
I was about to look at them when the bathroom faucet stopped running.
My heart lurched.
My time was up.
There were more papers underneath.
I slid everything back exactly where I found it and smoothed the sheet.
The toilet flushed.
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