glass.
“The doctors are trying very hard,” I say, choosing each word like it’s a step over a cliff. “Sometimes bodies get better. Sometimes… they don’t. No one knows exactly what will happen.”
Leo’s face changes.
He goes very still.
Then he whispers, “Does that mean… you could… go away?”
My throat closes.
I reach for his other hand.
“I might,” I whisper. continue reading …
