I’ve sometimes thought that it would all be over if I just stood up and took ten steps forward. The pain would go – I’d be free from this horrible shell I’ve built around myself. But I can’t even do that because I know Brown would follow me. She watches me every time I drag myself to the kitchen. I know that if I chose to jump out of the window, then she would jump down from the bed and follow me unquestioningly. The thought of her loyal body lying broken next to mine on the street is enough. I won’t do that. So, we go onward.
