Forty Eight

May’s POV

Seeing Asher again this soon after seeing him just before I was discharged from the hospital wasn’t what I wanted, but here he was in the same coffee shop I was getting some coffee from for the meeting this Monday morning.

He was in front of me on the line that was moving toward the counter and I wanted to turn and leave, but this was a public place, and not his property. I wondered why he was the one getting the coffee on his own anyway when he had so many people who could have done that for him.

When I was his wife though, making him freshly ground beans coffee was the first thing I did when I woke up every workday, and I would make sure to make it the old way, without the coffee maker, because I knew he loved that better.

Now, he had to come here and line up to get himself one. This was so ironic and funny to watch. It was true what they say about not appreciating a thing until you lose it.

I would say I wasn’t exactly proud of my dutiful wife duty, because I wasn’t even