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

kind of surgical procedure I don’t remember?”

The color drained from his face so rapidly it looked like the blood had evaporated from his body. The newspaper slipped from his fingers, scattering sections across the hardwood floor.

“What kind of surgery was it?” I screamed, hysteria rising in my throat. “Why don’t I remember it? What did they do to me?continue reading …