Ellie
The night was emotional, to say the least, and all I wanted was to wrap myself in the reason I was doing this. It was easier to kick off my boots than to silence the questions piling up in my mind.
The worry that I was making the right decisions, the fear of how Danny would handle it. I knew things were getting worse with Dad; I just hadn’t realized how bad.
My parents were like that—keeping things close to the chest until it was far beyond the point of no return.
I inhaled Danny’s curls and prayed that it wouldn’t confuse him. With as little time as Dad had left, seeing him every day and then losing him would be brutal. Even with Danny in my arms, I couldn’t sleep. I wandered down to the shore, second-guessing whether I could really give this up.
The light in the main hous
