May the Rest of My Life Be Peaceful

On our fifth wedding anniversary, while I was packing my husband's suitcase, I found a prenatal checkup slip. The family signature line read Frederick Gilbert, and the pregnant woman was my best friend, the one who claimed she couldn't have children. I held the paper, my hands and feet ice-cold. Frederick was my husband. Geraldine was my closest friend. My mind went blank, and in a panic I ran to find my mother.