Emma drove to Dean’s house a few days later, still feeling tired from the most recent cycle of chemo. After the last round three weeks earlier, she thought she had seen the worst that it could get, but she had been way wrong. And according to Dr. Fife, the round in two weeks would be worse again. She was exhausted just thinking about it.
Despite her body’s tiredness, she longed to see Dean. She needed a break from cancer, needed to be where things were simple and clear. Dean was about feeling good, about comfort and strength, about sleeping soundly in his arms.
God knows, I need all those things right now.
She got to his house and climbed out of her car slowly. She grabbed her overnight bag from the passenger side seat and slammed the door.
“Hey, Emma.”
She looked at Dallas’ front po
