“Will your wife be over here in the morning?” Nick shakes his head. “No. She doesn’t come to the motel anymore. She’s been… ill. I’ve been taking care of her.” “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. That must be hard.” He lifts a shoulder. “She’s my wife. In sickness and in health, right?” He looks pointedly at the wedding band on my left hand. “You know what I’m talking about.” I suck in a breath. I can’t tell him I just stuck a knife in the man who gave me this ring. “Yes. Of course.”
