Chapter 2
Decisions, decisions. I was never really good at those. Before that moment in April, the day I was forced to face my own mortality, I’d been obsessing over another choice, another back and forth, another question.
“Goose Tucker, will you marry me?”
The marriage proposal had come in the dead of winter. Little did I know, that word—not winter—would be playing with my head just a couple months later.
Patrick and I made love for the first time during a snowstorm Cost-Mart overnighter back in January. Shortly thereafter, we’d discovered Carrie trying to sleep in her car outside in the middle of it. Following a night of games and fun, once she’d agreed to come inside, we’d all settled down, Patrick and I on a couch in the breakroom. When I awoke after just a couple of hours sleep,
