Meeting the Man I’d Marry
I met Ethan during my second year of residency.
We got stuck in the same hospital elevator.
We smiled.
Then we started talking.
And somehow… we didn’t stop.
He was calm in a way I wasn’t used to.
He listened.
He remembered things.
One night at a diner, he asked about my family.
“It’s just my dad and me,” I said. “My mom died when I was little.”
