CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
I didn’t sleep at all that night, tossing and turning as I considered my options. Should I quit the trial? How could I when it was my only hope, but now I was afraid I might receive the wrong answer. What about Brian? Should I help him as I promised? How could I keep my plans from Rick who would be with me at Memory Makers?
Not coming to any decisions, I got up, dressed, ate a soggy bowl of cereal because I’d spilled too much milk into it, and prepared to leave. Just as I was heading out the door, Rick appeared. “Good morning. May I come in a minute?”
“We can’t go to Memory Makers together,” I reminded him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll wait for you to drive there first, but I have to talk to you.”
I let him in. He took a seat on my couch. “I can’t do this standing. It won’t
