I'm Second Place in My Own Marriage
The next day at noon, I arrived at the cafe early.
I ordered a long black and sat in the farthest corner to wait.
A little past 12:00 pm, Lindsay walked in. She had short hair, wore a white shirt, and wore barely any makeup. She sat down quietly and ordered a vanilla latte.
She was so ordinary that she was almost plain. But I saw the ranking above her head at a single glance, and in first place was Lionel.
My husband was the most important person in her life, and she, too, was his; the two rankings interlocked end to end, like a closed circle.