SOMEDAY, I'LL BE GONE

"GOOD morning," I greeted the woman at the information desk.

"Good morning, ma'am," she greeted me back and smiled.

"Which floor is Dr. de Cervantes on?" I politely asked him and he frowned.

"5th floor, ma'am. Who are they?"

If earlier there was a smile on his lips. Now he was frowning and looking...angry? But why?

"I'm Arthea Primero-de Cervantes. I'm his wife," I answered with a smile and I seemed proud to tell him that I was the wife of Dr. de Cervantes.

"I'm not joking with you," he said without emotion and I was the one who was very upset.