He trailed off. His grip loosened.
« Please. Don’t give up on Emily. »
« David? » I leaned closer. « David, what were you going to do? »
He smiled, faint and apologetic, like a man who’d run out of time mid-sentence.
« Emily knows, » he breathed. « Ask Emily. »
The monitor went quiet a few minutes later.
I sat there holding his hand long after the nurses had stopped checking on me, turning his last words over in my mind.
Emily knows what?
« What were you going to do? »
When I finally walked out into the waiting room, my stepdaughter was sitting in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest, her eyes red and unreadable.
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