I Can't Keep Doing This

Death is waiting in the wings.

My love. There’s been an accident.

Denial has viscosity. For a second, I permitted my eyes to unfocus, to turn the words into a distorted pool of letters.

The first time Jesse totaled a car was the moment he decided he would marry me. We’d only been dating for a short while when it happened. The accident. I’d spent the whole night at New York Presbyterian…