He Married Me Dying, Then His Lawyer Opened the Box

That’s when he decided to move.”

“Move?”

“From St. Anne’s in Columbus to Mercy General here.”

I stopped moving.

He’d transferred hospitals.

On purpose.

“He arranged to be here,” I said.

“Yes.”

“So that I’d be assigned to his room.”

“We couldn’t guarantee that part,” Gerald said. “But he knew you had taken shifts there.”

We.

I turned on him.

“We?”

Gerald went pale continue reading …