When I Left, the Willows Swayed

The ninety-ninth time my best friend tested my husband for me, she sent over the screenshot as usual. In the picture, Fred had replied coldly: "I'm married." I sent Paige a kiss with a smile and saved the screenshot to my album. There were ninety-nine screenshots like this in that album, and every single one made me feel I'd married a good man. That night, leaning against Fred's shoulder, I decided I wouldn't test him anymore.