My Honeymoon Without Him

Barely a month into our marriage, Russ Delgado's heartbroken childhood friend moved into the building next to ours.

I'd been caught in the rain and come down with a fever, so I asked Russ to pour me a cup of warm water and find me something to bring it down.

He glanced at his phone, sat straight up, and grabbed his jacket.

I thought he was going to get me medicine. Instead he leaned in close and said,

"Sylvie, Rosalind's home alone. She texted that she's scared of the thunder, her milk's gone cold and she's too afraid to go downstairs and heat it. I'm going to go sit with her for a bit."