I had said, “I’m sorry.”
He had gripped the steering wheel.
I had thought he was frightened for me.
You apologized to me for getting cancer.
My lips moved over the words.
That was when I knew what you would do if I told you the truth.
“No,” I whispered.
Wade shifted in his chair.
I read faster.
You would tell your doctors to work around me. You would miss an infusion because I had an appointment. You would sit beside my bed when you should have been sleeping. You would say you could rest during your own treatment. You would tell Elise and Jonah not to worry because you could manage us both.
“That’s not fair.”
Wade did not answer.
I looked at him. “That is not fair.”
“No.”
“I wouldn’t have done that.”
He studied his hands.
“Say it.”
“I can’t.”
Heat flooded my face. “You don’t know what I would have done.”
