The silence that George, Chloe, and Sammy left me with when they finally went home for the day is exactly what I need. I mean, if my life is about to take another crazy spin, the least it should do is allow me to think.
I mutter thanks to the nurse who helps me adjust the bed until my back straightens to a sitting position.
While she slides the door behind her, my gaze wanders to my view from the window. I can see the moon right from the bed. A slight smile curves up my lips as I allow the silver ball to transcend the serenity it never fails to give me.
What am I going to do? I wonder. If there is any situation that has ever left my brain reckless in thinking pieces of thoughts, then it is this issue about divorcing Michael.
