On my five–year anniversary with Griffon, I received two. envelopes. One was his engagement party invitation, and the other was my heart failure diagnosis.
I sat on the floor in silence for a long time, the two pieces of paper placed on my left and right, like two diverging paths, both leading to death.
Taya
“Taya.”
“Taya Palmer!”
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice the doctor calling my name twice.
“Ms. Palmer, we urge you to be admitted for treatment as soon as possible.”
Seeing me standing there, unsure, the doctor asked me again,
kindly.
