19
Noel
“I suspect the most we can hope for, and it’s no small hope, is that we never give up, that we never stop giving ourselves permission to try to love and receive love.” - Elizabeth Strout
I tapped my fingers against my knee as I pressed my phone to my ear, waiting for someone to answer.
Pick took his sweet time before giving a sleepy greeting as if I’d just roused him from bed at four thirty in the afternoon. “Yeah?”
“Hey, can you cover my shift tonight?”
“f**k, you have the worst timing ever, Gamble. Why can’t you work it?”
“Long story.” I glanced over at Aspen laid out on the bed next to me, her arms resting placidly at her sides while her feet stretched out toward the end of the mattress. I suspected she was awake even though her eyes were closed. “I’m at the hospital...wi
