Olivia
The chimes of the grocery store’s entrance jingled as I walked through the automatic doors, my shopping list crinkled in my grip. It was a pleasant, sunny afternoon, and my spirits were lifted with the brightness outside.
Perusing through the aisles, mentally ticking off items from my list, I caught sight of a familiar face in the produce section. Carol, from my yoga class, waved enthusiastically, her curly auburn hair bobbing as she approached.
“Olivia!” She greeted, grinning widely. “How have you been? And how's everything going with your husband?”
Confused, I blinked back at her. “My what?”
She laughed, a little too loudly, drawing some attention from other shoppers. “Oh, come on! Nathan, of course! Aren't you two married and living together now?”
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