face in his hands and he said, “I told you I wanted to be the best in my
field, Lily. I told you this the first night we ever met. It was one of my
naked truths. But if I have to choose between working at the best
hospital in the world and making my wife happy... I choose you. You
are my success. As long as you’re happy, I don’t care where I work.
We’ll stay in Boston.”
That’s when I knew that I had made the right choice. Everyone
deserves another chance. Especially the people who mean the most to
you.
It’s been a week since that fight and he hasn’t mentioned moving
again. I feel bad, like I thwarted his plans in some way, but marriage is
about compromise. It’s about doing what’s best for the couple as a
whole, not individually. And staying in Boston is better for everyone in
both of our families.
Speaking of families, I look over at my phone right as a text from
Allysa comes through.
Allysa: Are you finished up at work yet? I need your opinion on furniture.
Me: Be there in fifteen minutes.
I don’t know if it’s the impending delivery or the fact that she’s not
currently working, but I’m pretty sure I’ve spent more time at her
house this week than I have at my own. I close up the shop and head
toward her apartment.
- • •
When I step off the elevator, there’s a note taped to her apartment
door. I see my name written across it, so I pull it off the door.
Lily,
On the seventh floor. Apartment 749.
—A
She has an apartment here just for extra furniture? I know they’re rich,
but even that seems a little excessive for them. I get on the elevator
and press the button for the seventh floor. When the doors open, I
head down the hall toward apartment 749. When I reach it, I have no