afterward and cried.
I felt as though I were breaking a promise.
Maybe not a promise David and I had spoken aloud on our wedding day.
But something deeper.
Something built over forty-four years.
The next day, I called the facility and told them we would take the room.
I still hadn’t told David.
I convinced myself I needed to prepare first.
Pack some clothes.
Gather familiar things.
Then I would find the right words.
One morning, while David was asleep, I opened his nightstand drawer looking for his watch.
