The Eyes of a Stranger
I pull over to the shoulder, the rain blurring the highway lights into smears of neon, and watch him climb into the passenger seat. I drive us to the familiar motel, a place I know well, a secret ritual in my desperate quest to conceive and give my husband a child. We make love with a frantic intensity, and before dawn, I slip away, leaving only a handwritten note on the nightstand. Weeks later, the test confirms the design of my betrayal, and I finally tell my husband we are expecting, watching his joy bloom over a foundation built on my deceit. Years pass, and I am pulled back into that same suffocating cycle when a torrential storm forces me to stop at a lonely gas station. As I step inside with my young son, I freeze; at the counter is the guy from the motel. His gaze drops to the boy, and the recognition is instant and violent—the child’s eyes are his own unmistakable, striking blue. Credit: Story inspired by Heart song: All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You.
About The Eyes of a Stranger
I pull over to the shoulder, the rain blurring the highway lights into smears of neon, and watch him climb into the passenger seat. I drive us to the familiar motel, a place I know well, a secret ritual in my desperate quest to conceive and give my husband a child. We make love with a frantic intensity, and before dawn, I slip away, leaving only...Read more