Nathan insisted, "The doctor said you need to take it on schedule." I scoffed. "So you do know you're supposed to listen to doctors. Three years ago, when they needed my husband there to sign the emergency consent forms, where were you?" His grip tightened around the cup, making the water tremble. "Joslyn, don't do this." "Don't do what?" I asked, holding his gaze. "Remember what happened, or say it out loud?" Nathan leaned closer, exhaustion etched across his face. "You can yell at me, hit me, hate me if you want. Just don't hurt yourself to get back at me." I was quiet for a moment before answering, "I'm done gambling." The moment I said it, something inside me went strangely still. Nathan, however, seemed to misunderstand. Relief crossed his face. "Good. No more gambling. Once you're discharged, I'll take you home." I shook my head. "That's not what I meant." The relief vanished from his face. I said, "I mean I'm done gambling on the hope that one day, you'll fin
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