The Heartbeat I Guarded
Language: en
I was at Ethan’s beck and call for six years. I was there whenever he needed me, and I left whenever he told me to. While he was wrapping his arm around another woman’s to drink a toast, I was at the hospital being diagnosed with leukemia. I had three months left to live. Later, he knelt by my hospital bed, crying and begging me to accept a bone marrow transplant. It was hilarious. I never had any intention of living.