The Surgeon Lost His Muse

Summary

On the day of our three-year anniversary, my otherwise surgically precise, clean-freak doctor boyfriend, Greg, surprised me by coming home early.

He wanted to cook a grand meal for me himself.

But when I returned to our apartment, the place was empty.

My call went straight to voicemail, and he texted back an apology. Emergency surgery, he explained. He’d been called back to the hospital to scrub in.

I ended up microwaving a pathetic frozen lasagna for one.

Later that night, after I’d finished eating in the quiet apartment, I saw a new post on Instagram from Summer Fields, one of the…