to leave medical school.
Dad came over that evening.
“You are not quitting.”
“I already did.”
“For how long?”
“I don’t know.”
His face turned pale.
“Do you understand what you’re giving up?”
“Elliot can’t manage this alone.”
“Then find help.”
“We tried.”
“Try harder.”
I stared at him.
“He needs me.”
Dad hit both palms against the kitchen counter.
“And your life doesn’t?”
That sentence stayed with me for years.
So did what came next.
“If you do this, don’t expect me to stand here and watch you destroy
