I pulled out of the hospital parking lot slowly, the headlights cutting through the damp night air. Boston medical centre faded behind me in the rearview mirror, but the Campbells’ faces clung stubbornly to the front of my mind. Mr. Campbell’s forced smile, Elaine’s frail hand in mine, the way Jasmine avoided looking at me directly as I said my goodbye—they all sat heavy in my chest. I couldn't help thinking once again how life had a way of flipping without warning. One day, you’re convinced you’ve got forever with someone, and the next, you’re sitting across from them in a sterile hospital room wondering where it all went wrong.
It was really crazy.
As I drove, my thoughts revolved around the two women who had been the most important to me.
For a long time, Jasmine was everything. I
