Liz had been in the operating room for more than two hours. My head was spinning, and my mind was completely screwed up.
I didn't know what to do. I had thought of a thousand things, even the idea of giving her and my child a new identity—of course, if they survived. My heart broke every time I thought about losing them, all because of the messed-up life I had.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
I had been stuck in this room for over two hours. I had gone in to shower, but I couldn't. I got lost in my thoughts. I was sitting on this bed while the only woman I had ever loved was there, between life and death.
I realized she could live without me. She could fall in love with someone else, discover another place, have another life, make other friends. She could have all that without getting hurt.
