me during those final weeks.
Back at the car, Adrian sat waiting with my yellow dress folded across his lap.
When I climbed inside, he asked quietly,
“Do you hate me?”
I thought carefully before answering.
“Today?”
I looked at him.
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“Today, I hate you quite a lot.”
He accepted that without protest.
“But you also brought James back to me today.”
Adrian looked at me.
“The real James.”
I held the paper flower gently.
“The man who survived longer than I knew. The man who made
