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My dating life is a wreck. My job’s a failure. And now there’s a high school reunion

I walked through the doors of the hospital’s main entrance and headed straight for intensive care. A friend of mine was caring for an ill relative, and I’d come to spend some time with her. As I exited the elevator and entered that alternate universe known as the ICU, I noticed a flurry of activity around

After all she’d given my husband, it was my turn to protect her

We can’t plan. Not what tomorrow may look like, not what next month may look like

She holds the coat close. It smells of mothballs and blind faith

Is it even meant to return to normal — or is this supposed to be leading us somewhere else?