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

against the railing, staring out at the Chicago skyline with unseeing eyes, a lit cigarette between his fingers.

“Michael,” I said softly, carefully.

He didn’t turn around. “I’ve booked a one-way flight to Oregon for next Tuesday.”

My heart stopped, ice flooding my veins. “Oregon? Why are you going to Oregon?”

“I bought a cabin there years ago,” he said continue reading …