By Kai Harris
I know it’s her before I even see the stick-on name tag attached to her shirt. In the beginning, he refused to tell me her name. He said he didn’t like talking about her because he didn’t want to think about her when he was with me. But I suspected he didn’t want me to know her name because, deep down, he worried that one day, I’d go looking for her. His perfect wife.
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