Consuming

My breath catches in my throat, and I whisper, “How?”

His jaw clenches, his throat working. “Because I would never step into a doctor’s office. Or a hospital. Ever.”

My eyes widen, remembering Tasha’s comments when she was laying in the bathtub.

His voice is rough, weighed down by things I don’t fully understand. “But I did. For you.”

I blink, trying to process his words. “Why would you never st