Eight Years of Fake Marriage, I Finally Let Go

My younger brother's cancer flared up again, and he needed emergency treatment. But every available medical resource had already been diverted elsewhere.

For the ninety-ninth time, I finally managed to get through to my husband, Terrence Hanson.

"Terrence, my brother, he—"

"Denise, be good. I'm busy right now. I'll come back and find you later."

Before I could finish, he hung up.

Unwilling to give up, I dialed again.

This time, the phone screen showed I'd been blocked.