m, I stared at the cast encasing my right hand, my arm, my entire future. The doctors had used words like "comple

ing a bouquet of lilies, the flower of funerals. Sh

ce dripping with fake sympathy. "Su

, the hatred a physi

paid a little visit to your grandpa in hospice

pped. "What

ur hand. This one, actually." She held up her phone, showing me a graphic photo of my mangled, swollen finger

d cry esca

"Started gasping, clutching his chest. The nurses came ru

a nurse was checking my vitals. Ethan

ppened?"

tears streaming down my face.

sterical. It was an accident. Jennifer feels terrible about i

g from my throat. "He was my everything! And

it. We can be free." He took a deep breath, as if preparing for a business proposal. "I'll marry you, Nicole. We'll h

hand, my music, and my grandfather, and I felt noth