“Can you please give us a minute alone?” I asked Marilyn. She was at first reluctant to let go of his hand. But she eventually granted me my wish, planting a kiss on Kit’s forehead before informing him, “We’ll be right back, sunshine.” She then walked out with Bob and I closed the door behind them. I took a deep breath. And I just stood at the bedside and looked at my beloved Kit, lying there helpless and so fucking skinny and hooked up to so much shit and My God, he’s only forty-two years old. And then I plopped down on the bed next to him, grabbed the collar of his sweatshirt, and stared him
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