Chapter 18: The Worst Day

Becky did not turn on the light.

She slid her arms under his shoulders and pulled, and he stiffened and said, "Don't."

"I'm not going to leave you on the floor."

"Call Max."

"I'm not calling Max at three in the morning to carry my husband."

The word came out before she thought about it, and Kendrick went still.

She braced her heels and hauled him backward.

He ended up sitting against the mattress with his legs stretched out in front of him.

They did not move.

His hands lay on his thighs, and he stared at them.

"I wanted to stand for you," he said. "At the wedding, at the end of the year."

He stared at the window.

"I wanted to walk over there and open it. That was all."

"The doctor said a day."

"I know what she said."

His voice cracked on the last word.

Becky sat next to him on the floor and said nothing.

"Do you want to know what I thought about as I went down?" he asked.

"What?"

"That you'd see me on the floor and you'd have the look."

"What look?"

"The one Vanessa got, the week of the second surgery."

His voice flattened.

"She'd come into the room and see me, and her face would change. She was kind about it. She was always so kind."

He swallowed.

"I knew then she was already working out how to leave."

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