Everyone in That House Was Counting on Him Never Walking Again. He Was Hiding the Fact That He’d Started To

“But I can’t save you from the consequences of decisions I had no part in.” And I walked to the car.

Florence tried once more, a month later, over coffee.

She’d lost weight; the old authority was gone from her voice.

“Trevor’s badly depressed.

He hardly sleeps.

You could speak to Garrett.

You could make this lighter for him.” I told her no.

“You were his wife for twelve years!” she said, and I answered, “Which is exactly why I’ve already given enough of my life to his choices.” She called me cold.