The steam from fresh mugs of coffee swirled in the air lingering between them. It’s animated form the only break in their awkward silence. Sue looked at her husband contemplating his expression. Hank’s eyes bore the deep lines of sleep deprivation now jostling awake through each sip of the black brew. The chemo had taken a lot out of both of them.
Sue brushed her fingers over her wedding ring. Hank had stuck by his word, “Through sickness and in health, till death do us part”. She chocked at the memory of Hank standing smirking as he spoke. Still handsome.