My heart pounds, the elevator rising.
I shouldn't just show up after her reaction to our last visit, but being away is killing me. So I'm here, during lunch hour, to plead for Masie.
Not really.
This is about me.
And how much being away hurts.
At least when she was asleep, I could be here every day.
I'm not sure which is worse.
Being with her in a coma or away from her while she's awake.
That's not true, though.
I do know.
The coma is worse.
I want Bella to thrive.
Even if she never loves me again.