treatment, while I rearranged my entire existence around appointments, prescriptions, insurance calls, and hospital visits. Some mornings after a night shift, I would sit in the driveway because I was too exhausted to remember why I had driven home.
During the worst nights, Theo would squeeze my hand.
“When this is over, I’m going to spend the rest of my life making this up to you.”
I never wanted him to repay me.
I only wanted him alive.
And now he was.
Dr. Kahn reviewed Theo’s follow-up schedule while I
