by Emily

Adam held her hand and tried not to think.

They called her name at seven thirty. He watched her walk slowly towards the nurse and wished she didn't have to go through this the day after Christmas, wished she - they - didn't have to go through this at all.

He waited until she disappeared into the back of the clinic before escaping to the parking lot. He paced, trying desperately to stop himself from rushing back in.

It wasn't his decision.


He turned to find Joan standing outside the clinic.

It'd only been a few-


Thank God.


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