During the days I was hospitalized, Arthur only came once.
He stood by the hospital bed, flipping through my medical chart over and over.
He opened his mouth, muttered, "Take good care of yourself," and then fell silent.
Bella called him three times, and he answered each one.
His voice was lowered as he said, "Okay, I'll be right back."
After hanging up, he told me, "I have to go. Bella can't manage without me."
The entire visit lasted less than ten minutes.
The moment the door clicked shut, I realized I wasn't even sad anymore.
Lucas, on the other hand, came every single day.
Each time, he brought a bouquet of flowers and carefully arranged them in a vase.
He looked so focused as he bent over to adjust the stems, his stray hair falling forward to cover half of his face.
I asked
