When Love Died Little by Little
Language: en
The first thing I did when I clawed my way back to consciousness after the craniotomy was open my chat history with Rebecca. [Rebecca, my brain surgery is tomorrow.] [They just handed me the critical condition notice.] [If I open my eyes and you're not here, we are done.] A full day had passed. No response. I scrolled up. It was the same story before every single operation. [Can't make it. I'll have someone sign it for you.] [Busy.] [Don't bother telling me in the future.] Eventually, she stopped reading my messages altogether and assigned a personal secretary to me. His sole job was to…