After An Affair, We Lived As Strangers For Eighteen Years—Until One Doctor’s Visit

energy that seemed boundless, with fine lines that crinkled around his hazel eyes when he smiled and permanent paint stains etched into his cuticles like tattoos of his passion. He kept a mason jar of fresh wildflowers on his desk that he changed every Monday morning, hummed complex jazz tunes I didn’t recognize while grading papers covered in his continue reading …