Two Hours Late

Synopsis

When I woke up, I decided to be two hours late for our marriage license appointment. In my previous life, I showed up right on time, overjoyed to marry Micah. But he took the house I brought into the marriage and let his first love use it to have her baby. Then he disappeared for eighteen years. When I was diagnosed with stage-four stomach cancer, Micah finally came back. He knelt by my hospital bed, tears streaming down his face. "If you'd been two hours late that day, I would've gone to her, and you wouldn't have had to suffer like this." I smiled and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I was back to the morning of our marriage license appointment. This time, I was going to be late on purpose, just to see if he'd actually leave.