Messy.
Alive.
Ben looked at me.
“Are you happy?”
I smiled.
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
He reached for my hand.
I squeezed his fingers.
Then he looked toward the hallway.
“There’s something else I need to tell you.”
I stared at him.
He smiled nervously.
I raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“I promised myself I’d never keep another secret from you.”
I folded my arms.
“Good.”
He took a breath.
“I’ve been offered a position.”
“Where?”
“Back at the hospital.”
I smiled.
“That’s wonderful.”
He shook his head.
“Not as chief surgeon.”
“Then what?”
“Director of the patient assistance program.”
I stared at him.
“The program that helps families who can’t afford treatment?”
He nodded.
“And I want to do it differently this time.”
