Sean had no idea how he managed to get back to the hotel. He hadn't even taken a sip of water for two days, and it felt as if a knife were turning in his gut. Pressing a hand to his stomach, he curled up on the bed in pain.
In the past, I always kept his medicine kit fully prepared, labels tidy, instructions and names clearly marked, so he would automatically bring it along whenever he left. But before this trip, he discovered every pill inside had expired, just like my love for him.
Sean suddenly grabbed at his chest. "Lily, my stomach hurts. Lily, my head hurts."
He buried his face in the blanket, broken sobs spilling out. "Lily, my heart hurts."
On a summer night, I had just finished tutoring the last child's homework. I was about to escort her out of the dorm when she suddenly dash
