Japheth
It was killing me.
Watching her walk out the door, towing that little suitcase behind her brought back all the ugly memories of the day she walked out of my life five years ago.
I knew why she felt like she had to leave, and although it took me a while to get over my wounded pride, in the end, I didn’t blame her. I was selfish and scared, and I held her back from pursuing her own dreams and her own happiness. I thought we could share my dreams, and that would be enough.
I wanted to pace, but that was nearly impossible with my foot stuck in that big, awkward boot. Although I was recovering well, I was still weeks away from being able to walk on that ankle. I would be out of the plaster cast on my arm before I was able to use my leg again. I tried to work at my desk. I ev
