The Secret Hidden Inside That Single Photograph

My husband had a face carved by angels, drawing eyes everywhere he went.

The first time it happened was on the subway. A cute girl with big, dewy eyes asked for his number. He didn't even look up.

The second time was at the beach. A stunning woman in a bikini approached him. He turned on his heel and walked away.

The third time, the fourth time... every attempt was met with cold, unyielding rejection.

I couldn't help complaining to my best friend that he was a total stiff, though deep down, my heart was practically singing.