“Had it been anyone else in the world that you laid down and busted that shit open for, you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t be in this position. You’d be at work right now, not laid up in the very beds you stand beside every night. So, yes, Glacier. This is my fault. And because it is, this is what’s about to happen.” He took the seat beside the bed and scooted it as close as he could. He grabbed my hand carefully, placing it between his. “Baby.” I wept, unsure of what he was about to say but dreading the words that were about to fall from his lips.
