“Get out,” she whispers. “Carrie—” “GET OUT!” Her heartrate spikes on the monitor, her pulse climbing. The monitor’s frantic beeping is going to summon a doctor or a nurse any second now. I take one last look at her, hating the mess we’ve created together. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’m going,” I whisper. “But just so you know…I did love you back then. So much. Almost as much as I love you now. Bye, Stella.”
