I drove to the courthouse with our original marriage certificate lying on the passenger seat like evidence in a trial nobody had warned me I was attending.<\/p>\n
Twenty-two years earlier, Jeremy and I had held that same paper between us while my mother took photographs in the courthouse parking lot. We had been young enough to believe signatures made promises permanent.<\/p>\n
Now every red light felt personal.<\/p>\n
Jeremy had not returned home.<\/p>\n
He had sent one more message shortly after six.<\/p>\n
Please don\u2019t do anything until I explain.<\/p>\n
I had not answered.<\/p>\n
The sentence angered me more each time I read it.<\/p>\n
Don't do anything.<\/p>\n
As though he still had the right to decide what information I could seek about my own marriage.<\/p>\n
Bonnie saw me as soon as I entered.<\/p>\n
She motioned me away from the regular line toward a side desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought the certificate?\u201d<\/p>\n
I put it in front of her.<\/p>\n
She examined the seal.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is valid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had to verify.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bonnie folded her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the second record is also valid in our system.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt should be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShould be?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe records show your marriage to Jeremy Tolley in 2004.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey also show a marriage involving Jeremy Lee Tolley in Nashville three years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd nobody noticed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDifferent county.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t answer my question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt doesn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe it\u2019s another Jeremy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was the first thing I checked.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hope rose anyway.<\/p>\n
Bonnie reached for a folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe date of birth matches.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe identifying information matches too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat identifying information?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough that I don\u2019t believe this is another person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShow me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can give you a certified copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen give it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She printed something.<\/p>\n
The machine seemed impossibly loud.<\/p>\n
When the page slid out, Bonnie did not hand it over immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Tolley.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJill.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJill. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me the paper.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did.<\/p>\n
My husband\u2019s name appeared first.<\/p>\n
Jeremy Lee Tolley.<\/p>\n
Beneath it was the bride.<\/p>\n
Lacey Marie Burcham.<\/p>\n
I read the names several times.<\/p>\n
The date was three years earlier.<\/p>\n
My first thought was absurd.<\/p>\n
I wondered what I had cooked for dinner that week.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered.<\/p>\n
Pork chops.<\/p>\n
Jeremy had come home late on Tuesday. He had looked exhausted, and I had warmed his plate while he showered.<\/p>\n
He had kissed my forehead afterward.<\/p>\n
Had he been married to her already?<\/p>\n
Had he driven from a wedding to our kitchen?<\/p>\n
I looked for the officiant.<\/p>\n
A courthouse official.<\/p>\n
No church.<\/p>\n
No ceremony listed.<\/p>\n
Just signatures.<\/p>\n
His.<\/p>\n
Hers.<\/p>\n
The clerk\u2019s.<\/p>\n
I knew Jeremy\u2019s signature better than I knew my own face.<\/p>\n
It was his.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould this be forged?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything is possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bonnie spoke gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt doesn\u2019t look forged.\u201d<\/p>\n
I placed my original certificate beside the new one.<\/p>\n
Same man.<\/p>\n
Two women.<\/p>\n
Two marriages.<\/p>\n
Twenty-two years apart.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one counts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a legal question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m asking you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need an attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he allowed to do this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf your marriage was still legally valid at the time, then generally he could not legally enter another marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGenerally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to give you legal advice.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
The sound startled both of us.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m standing here with proof my husband married another woman while married to me, and everybody suddenly wants to be careful with words.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bonnie\u2019s face softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand why you\u2019re angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer stopped me.<\/p>\n
She did not defend herself.<\/p>\n
I looked down again.<\/p>\n
Lacey.<\/p>\n
The woman whose boyfriend I had taken.<\/p>\n
The woman I had avoided whenever I heard she might be visiting our hometown.<\/p>\n
The woman I had once seen across a grocery store twenty years after she left and hidden behind the bread aisle until she disappeared.<\/p>\n
I had told myself I avoided her because the past was awkward.<\/p>\n
The truth was uglier.<\/p>\n
I was ashamed.<\/p>\n
Now she had married Jeremy.<\/p>\n
Some primitive part of me thought: Of course.<\/p>\n
A debt had finally come due.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bonnie shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat depends on what you want to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to know how this happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I can help with.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pulled up the record.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe license application was made in person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth of them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Jeremy stood at a counter and lied about being unmarried?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t tell you what he said without seeing the original application.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll request it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt may take time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly a day.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve already lost twenty-two years between yesterday and today.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bonnie held my gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll see what I can do.\u201d<\/p>\n
I left with copies of everything she could legally provide.<\/p>\n
In the parking lot, I called Jeremy.<\/p>\n
Voicemail.<\/p>\n
I called again.<\/p>\n
Voicemail.<\/p>\n
The third time, he answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cJill.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou married her three years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe courthouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
He exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease go home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop telling me where to go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying to keep this from getting worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost shouted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWorse?\u201d<\/p>\n
A woman crossing the parking lot glanced toward me.<\/p>\n
I lowered my voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have two wives.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t what you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen explain what it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Lacey\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
The sound of her name in his voice was enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Lacey what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
The anger in me stumbled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you to go home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow sick?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJill.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow sick?\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
My hand began shaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you at Vanderbilt with her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The first clean truth.<\/p>\n
It hurt almost as much as the lies.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she dying?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy breathed out.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down on the courthouse steps.<\/p>\n
People passed me.<\/p>\n
Somewhere a truck reversed with a mechanical beep.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long have you known?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years.\u201d<\/p>\n
The number hit again.<\/p>\n
Three years of Tuesdays.<\/p>\n
Three years of unexplained mileage.<\/p>\n
Three years of coming home exhausted.<\/p>\n
Three years of telling me he was working.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you marry her because she was dying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to explain this face-to-face.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you sleep with her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you love her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was the wrong question, wasn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJill\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou couldn\u2019t even say no.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t my question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you love Lacey?\u201d<\/p>\n
His answer came so quietly I almost missed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ended the call.<\/p>\n
For several minutes I sat on the courthouse steps, unable to move.<\/p>\n
I had expected rage to feel hot.<\/p>\n
Mine felt cold.<\/p>\n
I remembered being twenty.<\/p>\n
Jeremy had worked evenings at Kroger while saving money for trade school. I worked there too.<\/p>\n
Lacey used to arrive near closing.<\/p>\n
She had long brown hair then and a way of touching Jeremy\u2019s elbow when she spoke.<\/p>\n
They had been together since high school.<\/p>\n
I knew that.<\/p>\n
I flirted anyway.<\/p>\n
At first it was harmless because I called it harmless.<\/p>\n
I made jokes.<\/p>\n
I brought him coffee.<\/p>\n
I asked him to drive me home.<\/p>\n
One rainy night, he did.<\/p>\n
We sat in his truck outside my parents\u2019 house for forty minutes.<\/p>\n
He kissed me.<\/p>\n
The next day, I asked if he regretted it.<\/p>\n
He said yes.<\/p>\n
Then he kissed me again two nights later.<\/p>\n
That was how it began.<\/p>\n
Not with destiny.<\/p>\n
Not with an irresistible love story.<\/p>\n
With selfishness and weak boundaries.<\/p>\n
Jeremy eventually told Lacey.<\/p>\n
She left town soon afterward.<\/p>\n
People blamed me.<\/p>\n
Some blamed Jeremy.<\/p>\n
Nobody knew exactly what Lacey thought because she stopped talking to almost everyone we knew.<\/p>\n
For years I carried the shame quietly.<\/p>\n
Then marriage became real life.<\/p>\n
Bills.<\/p>\n
Work.<\/p>\n
Family funerals.<\/p>\n
Roof repairs.<\/p>\n
Illnesses.<\/p>\n
Christmas mornings.<\/p>\n
The past became something that had happened to younger people who shared our names.<\/p>\n
Until now.<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
Bonnie.<\/p>\n
I answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s an amended document connected to the marriage record.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA name change.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLacey changed her legal surname after the marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bonnie hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cTolley.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared across the courthouse lawn.<\/p>\n
She had taken his name.<\/p>\n
Not a symbolic favor.<\/p>\n
Not merely a piece of paperwork.<\/p>\n
Somewhere in Tennessee, another woman had been living as Mrs. Lacey Tolley while I folded Jeremy\u2019s shirts and paid the electric bill under the same surname.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something else,\u201d Bonnie said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe address listed with the amendment is Vanderbilt.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe hospital?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward my car.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJill?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease be careful about confronting him before you understand what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m past careful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Bonnie. I spent twenty-two years being careful with this woman\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ended the call.<\/p>\n
Then I drove to Nashville.<\/p>\n
I did not tell Jeremy.<\/p>\n
The interstate rolled beneath me while explanations fought inside my head.<\/p>\n
Maybe Lacey needed insurance.<\/p>\n
Maybe Jeremy had made some reckless arrangement to help her.<\/p>\n
Maybe there had been no affair.<\/p>\n
Maybe there had.<\/p>\n
Every explanation created another question.<\/p>\n
Why hide it?<\/p>\n
Why lie every Tuesday?<\/p>\n
Why keep her photograph?<\/p>\n
Why write should have told her sooner?<\/p>\n
Most of all, why marry her?<\/p>\n
Vanderbilt\u2019s parking garage smelled like concrete, exhaust, and rain carried in on tires.<\/p>\n
I walked into the hospital with no plan beyond finding Lacey.<\/p>\n
At the information desk, I gave her old surname first.<\/p>\n
The receptionist typed.<\/p>\n
\u201cLacey Burcham?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another keystroke.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you mean Lacey Tolley?\u201d<\/p>\n
The words struck harder spoken aloud.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRelationship to the patient?\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my mouth.<\/p>\n
Nothing came out.<\/p>\n
What was I?<\/p>\n
Her husband\u2019s wife?<\/p>\n
The woman who had taken him first?<\/p>\n
The wife who had come to see the other wife?<\/p>\n
\u201cFamily,\u201d I finally said.<\/p>\n
The receptionist looked at me.<\/p>\n
Maybe she heard the uncertainty.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t provide private medical information without authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked away before she could ask anything else.<\/p>\n
A coffee shop occupied one corner of the lobby.<\/p>\n
I sat at an empty table.<\/p>\n
For forty minutes, I watched elevators open and close.<\/p>\n
Doctors.<\/p>\n
Nurses.<\/p>\n
Families.<\/p>\n
People carrying balloons.<\/p>\n
People crying.<\/p>\n
Nobody I recognized.<\/p>\n
Then a man in blue scrubs came through the lobby.<\/p>\n
He saw me and stopped.<\/p>\n
I did not know him.<\/p>\n
He knew me.<\/p>\n
\u201cJill?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI work with Jeremy sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re part of his crew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the elevators.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t be here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
David rubbed a hand across his jaw.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought he told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTold me what?\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression answered before he did.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Lacey.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled out the courthouse document.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich part?\u201d<\/p>\n
He saw the names.<\/p>\n
His shoulders dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, God.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cJill\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew he married her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many people know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot many.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Everybody seemed to have been living inside the same three years except me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
David looked toward the elevator again.<\/p>\n
\u201cLacey has cancer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStage four.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words changed the air.<\/p>\n
I sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she dying?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
I stared at my hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did Jeremy marry her?\u201d<\/p>\n
David\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe needed treatment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat still doesn\u2019t explain marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer insurance situation was a mess.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe put her on his?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe tried other ways first.\u201d<\/p>\n
My anger shifted shape.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re telling me my husband committed bigamy for health insurance?\u201d<\/p>\n
David flinched at the word.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m telling you Lacey was terrified she\u2019d lose access to treatment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Jeremy decided marriage was the solution.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t only that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
David hesitated.<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have already helped him lie to me for three years. You don\u2019t get to become ethical now.\u201d<\/p>\n
That landed.<\/p>\n
He looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe and Jeremy had history.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know exactly what history they had.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I don\u2019t think you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart thudded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
David pulled out his phone.<\/p>\n
He opened a photograph.<\/p>\n
Jeremy sat beside a hospital bed.<\/p>\n
Lacey lay beneath a blanket, her face thin, a scarf covering her head.<\/p>\n
Her hand rested in his.<\/p>\n
The timestamp was three years old.<\/p>\n
The month of their marriage.<\/p>\n
I handed the phone back.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he marry her because he still loved her?\u201d<\/p>\n
David took too long.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe believed he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what\u2019s inside Jeremy\u2019s head.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat he couldn\u2019t let her face it alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what did she want?\u201d<\/p>\n
David looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo be his wife before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time since Bonnie had spoken Lacey\u2019s name, I had no answer.<\/p>\n
David stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI shouldn\u2019t have told you this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to get back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Lacey know about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes she hate me?\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe remembered you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t my question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe remembered everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
He started to leave.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t Jeremy tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLacey asked him not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she thought if you found out, you\u2019d believe he had chosen her over you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the marriage certificate.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else was I supposed to believe?\u201d<\/p>\n
David had no answer.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Jeremy.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice sounded strained.<\/p>\n
\u201cVanderbilt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then, \u201cJill, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t go upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the elevators.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you don\u2019t know everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot over the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome here.\u201d<\/p>\n
A long pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cThirty minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have ten.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJill\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I hung up.<\/p>\n
The elevator opened.<\/p>\n
A nurse stepped into the lobby.<\/p>\n
She glanced at a note in her hand, then toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cJill Tolley?\u201d<\/p>\n
My whole body stiffened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLacey asked me to find you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knows I\u2019m here?\u201d<\/p>\n
The nurse smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said you would come eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
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