Eleven
Sean
I paced nervously in the waiting room of the hospital.
It was silly, to be nervous about going to visit my wife, but after what happened last time, I was unsure of where I stood, which had never been the case with Kelly.
She’d always worn her heart on her sleeve.
She was always happy to see me when I came home, even if I’d only gone to the store. She was thoughtful, loved to make the food I enjoyed, and take care of me in little ways to show me she loved me.
To be uncertain she wanted to see me was a position I’d never been in. One I’d put myself in. And I didn’t like it one bit.
“Sean?” I heard someone call out and looked up to see Connor walking toward me.
My mouth suddenly tasted bitter and I felt a rush of anger. “Connor,” I replied tartly.
He looked down momentari
