I’d decided. I’d give up my life here to be where she was if she’d have me. I’d give up my house and this town and all the people in it. If she was at the hospital eighty hours a week, I could be there when she left and be there when she came home. Make her breakfast, take her lunch, take her dinner. I could pick up the slack. She wouldn’t have to do anything, it could be all me this time—I’d go to her. It didn’t have to end.
