And when he lay unconscious in my bed, as Harry contacted Maria, whom he had never lost contact with, much to my surprise, it had hit me that if I lost Morris, that gaping hole in my heart would become permanent. There were times when you had to set aside your anger and hurt and focus on how you truly felt about that person. And I still loved Morris. He had been through enough.
And when Maria and he had revealed the events that had followed my departure, my heart had curdled in my chest. In the face of everything, he was still standing, still fighting back.
I thought things had been tough for me, but he experienced far more grief and loss than I could have borne had I been in his shoes. And he had waited for me, waited for me to accept him. With the world shrouded in darkness, would I ha
