It's been more than two hours since Liz has been in the operating room. My mind is racing, and my mental state is completely screwed up.
I don't know what to do. I've thought of a thousand things. I even considered the possibility of giving her and my child new identities—of course, if they survive. My heart breaks every time I think about losing them, all because of the messed-up life I have.
Shit! s**t! s**t! s**t!
It's been over two hours that I've been in this room. I went in to take a shower but couldn't. I got lost in my thoughts. I'm here, sitting on this bed, while the only woman I've ever loved is lying there, hanging between life and death.
I've come to the conclusion that she can live without me. She can fall in love with someone else, discover another place, have another li
