My Husband Loved Her Instead

Two years into our marriage, all that was left between me and my husband, the rescue captain, were four cold words.

When he was called out, he texted "On assignment."

When he came back, he texted "Safe."

Even on our wedding anniversary, that was all.

Then, yesterday afternoon, a chain of explosions tore through the chemical plant on the city outskirts.

As the attending physician in emergency medicine, I was run off my feet in the trauma bay, and it was over the medical-coordination radio that I heard him talking to the new intern from my own department.