the hyphen unnecessarily complicated.
We compromised, or at least I thought we did. Looking back, that early disagreement should have taught me something. He was comfortable with compromise when the final shape still felt mostly like his preference. I had spent years calling that personality instead of recognizing it as a pattern.
Her oncologist, Dr. Reyes, was direct. The treatment plan was encouraging, but chemotherapy would be aggressive. Mom would need help.
“I’ll manage,” Mom said immediately.
“Mrs. Park, going through chemotherapy alone is not advisable,” Dr. Reyes replied.
“I’ve
