24
“The downfall about constantly moving is not knowing how to be still.”—Georgia Wright
“Wyatt?” I say his name again, softly so as not to wake up Ethel.
He stirs, and for a moment, I think he’s going to wake up, but he doesn’t. A faint smile crosses his tired face, and I wonder what he’s thinking about.
The image of the two of them in this room, passed out from exhaustion, is enough to break my heart, and the guilt that already consumes me is so great now that I’m not sure how I’ll ever recover from it.
I left him. He begged me not to, and I left anyway.
Now, he’s here at Ethel’s side, and God knows what they’ve been through. The nurse wouldn’t give me details since she couldn’t verify that I was family—as I told her I was—but the fact that they’re here in the ICU indicates that wh
