At the ER, My Husband's Childhood Friend Called Him Her Next of Kin

Synopsis

When the ER nurse asked whether I was Mrs. Hale, I thought she needed my signature. Instead, she showed me the line my husband's childhood friend had filled in herself: Lucas Hale-Next of Kin. By midnight, Blaire was wearing his coat. By dawn, she was sleeping in my guest room while Lucas had forgotten the certification exam I'd spent three months preparing for. He says she is "basically family." He says I am making an emergency about myself. So I photograph the form, pack my tools, and stop waiting for him to decide where I belong. What happens when the woman who is always asked to understand finally refuses?