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makes this small office even
smaller. His clothes.
    I lean forward in the creaky chair and rest my
forehead on my folded arms. “Yes,” I mumble weakly.
    “Okay, good.” He consults his list. “I’m setting
up an appointment with Dr. Versan for you. Just show up, okay?”
    “Yeah.” I have very little interest in seeing
Versan, but I have to admit that maybe he does know a little about
this psychology shit and he does get me thinking, though not
necessarily talking, about things. Besides, now, because of
everything with Damon, I have to see Versan regularly. It’s the
only way to handle this.
    “And you’ve talked to Beatrice?”
    “Grams,” I remind him. “Call her Grams when you
see her. She hates being called Beatrice.”
    “Ok, Grams. And Grams has spoken with Edward?
Discussed our plans?”
    I shiver a little with the mention of Damon’s
asshole of a father. “Yes, she’s been in touch with Edward,” I
confirm. “He knows, but he won’t be there.”
    Brian nods and clicks through a few more pages
on his tablet, making notes. “Well, I’m ready when you are,” he
finally says, flipping the tablet closed and shoving it back into
his man-purse.
    I groan on the inside, knowing what I have to
do. It’s going to take everything I have to give, but there’s no
other option. I have no choice. Damon made this decision for me. I
scoop up Hemingway and hand the pup over to Brian. “Okay. Let’s
go.”
    ***

 
     
    I tap two times on
the barely open door of room 210, and slip in as quietly as I can.
I see my favorite nurse, Diane, checking Damon’s vitals, and I wait
patiently for her to finish her routine. She’s been his day nurse
since he got here a week ago and I love her, so much more than the
night nurses. She’s an older woman, friendly and approachable. She
always asking me how I’m doing and does what she can to make me
feel comfortable. She never laughs at my questions and always gives
me as much information as she can. And she’s never been
patronizing. I like her so much more than the doctors I’ve seen in
and out of his room.
    She turns when she hears me step into the quiet
room. Her small smile tells me nothing has changed and I feel
defeated as hell but still want to ask, just in case. She nods,
indicating that we can talk in a moment, pats Damon’s big hand, and
leaves his bedside. “I think that’s the longest you’ve been gone
since he was admitted,” she says with a knowing smile.
    Geez! I’ve been gone a few hours! I know
she doesn’t mean it in a shitty way, but her comment has me feeling
guilty. And apparently she can read minds, because when I look down
at my feet, she continues.
    “I’m glad you were able to take a break, Jo.
There’s nothing wrong with stepping back for a little while.
Sometimes it gives you a fresh perspective.”
    “I just had to get some shi—I mean things,
together and figure out how to handle him coming home. I’m scared.”
The words fall out of my mouth before I even realize it and I feel
dumb as hell. She isn’t a shrink, why would she need to know I’m
scared out of my mind to get Damon home?
    Her hand rests on my arm and gives it a
reassuring squeeze. “It’s just going to take time. He’ll come
around. I’ve heard that Dr. Versan is one of the best. He’ll help
him. Just have faith.”
    I nearly smack her hand away at the mention of
faith. I don’t have a lot of faith in anything; much less in Dr.
Versan’s aptitude for bringing people out of a state like the one
Damon’s in. Diane gives me one of those sympathetic smiles that I
despise so much and sidesteps me to leave the room.
    I’m left standing here across from my love,
except he’s not my love anymore. I don’t have the slightest idea
who the man laying in the bed is, but it’s not the Damon I know and
love. The Damon I fell for seems to have died or gone somewhere far
away from here. I wish like hell I knew how to get him back, but
I’m at a loss. I’ve been