Every time he asked me to let it go.
Every time he avoided an uncomfortable conversation because avoiding it was easier for him.
He had been choosing comfort.
“I’m going to call her later.”
“After June’s next temperature check.”
“Okay.”
Then he asked something I didn’t expect.
“Why didn’t you just let me leave?”
I looked at him.
“What?”
“Tonight.”
“You could have handled the hospital alone.”
“You could have called your sister.”
“You could have called someone else.”
“You didn’t need me.”
“So why did you make me stay?”
