20 Talrun
“You’re sure you want to do this?” I asked Andrea, squeezing her hand tightly. She stared at the box full of her things she’d brought from the hospital.
Of course, I wanted her to stay here for my own selfish—and not so selfish, now that we had a child—reasons. But I had to make sure she was making a decision she could live with.
Even if one of her options would permanently rip my heart out of my chest.
“I’m sure,” she said. “It’s… it’s the right thing to do, I can feel it. That doesn’t mean it won’t be hard. But I have to do what’s hard.”
“Just like the Timewalker said,” I muttered.
We had an extra room Andrea could use to keep her things and have some space, though of course, she’d be sleeping in my room. I felt good that she would be living here with me, but I also worri
