Point of Retreat

makeup department. Is two o’clock okay? Does anyone have that time slot yet?”
     
    I shake my head. “See you guys at two.”
     
    Before they leave, Eddie walks over and gives me a hug. An unusually long hug.
     
    After her and Gavin walk out, I look down at my watch. Kel will see her next, then Sherry. My grandmother may want to go see her. I guess I’ll have to wait until after lunch before they’ll let me back in.
     
    “You’ve got great friends,” Sherry says.
     
    I raise my eyebrows at her. “You don’t think they’re weird? Most people think my friends are weird.”
     
    “Yeah, I do. That’s why they’re great,” she says.
     
    I smile and scoot down in my seat until my head is resting against the back of the chair and I close my eyes. “You’re pretty weird yourself, Sherry.”
     
    She laughs. “You, too.”
     
    I can’t get comfortable in the chair, so I resort to lying in the floor again. I stretch my arms out above my head and sigh. The floor is actually starting to feel comfortable. Now that I know Lake’s okay, I’m starting not to despise this hospital as much.
     
    “Will?” Sherry says.
     
    I open my eyes and look at her. She’s not looking at me, though. She’s got her legs crossed in the chair and she’s picking at the seam of her jeans.
     
    “What’s up?” I reply.
     
    She looks at me and smiles. “You did a great job,” she says quietly. “I know it was hard calling me about Kiersten. And taking care of the boys during all of this. How you’ve handled everything with Layken. You’re too young to have so much responsibility, but you’re doing a good job. I hope you know that. Your mom and dad would be proud.”
     
    I close my eyes and inhale. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that until this very second. Sometimes it feels good to have your biggest fears discounted with a simple compliment. “Thank you.”
     
    She gets out of the chair and lies down next to me in the floor. I look over at her and her eyes are closed, but it looks like she’s trying not to cry. I look away and don’t draw attention to it. Sometimes women just need to cry.
     
    We’re quiet for a little while. She blows out a deep breath, like she's trying to choke back tears. “He was killed a year later. A year after he proposed. In a car wreck,” she says.
     
    I realize she’s telling me the story about Jim. I roll over and face her, resting my head on my elbow. I don't really know what to say, so I don't say anything.
     
    “I'm okay,” she says. She looks at me and smiles. This time it seems like she's trying not to pity herself . “It’s been a long time. I love my family and wouldn’t trade them for the world. But sometimes it’s still hard. Times like these…”
     
    She pulls herself up and sits Indian style in the floor. She begins to pick at the seam of her pants again. “I was so scared for you, Will. I was scared she wouldn’t make it. Seeing you go through that was hard for me and it brought back a lot of memories. That’s why I haven’t been up here very much.”
     
    I understand the expression in her eyes, and the heartache in her voice. I understand it, and I hate it for her. “It’s okay,” I say. “I didn’t expect you to stay. You had Kiersten to worry about.”
     
    “I know you didn't expect me to stay. I wouldn't have even been any help. But I worry about you. I worry about all of you. Kel, Caulder, you, Layken. Now I even like your damn weird friends and I’m gonna have to worry about them, too,” she laughs.
     
    I smile at her. “It’s nice to be worried about, Sherry. Thank you.”
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Sunday, January 29 th , 2012.
     
     
     
     
     
    I’ve learned something about my heart.
     
     
    It can break.
    It can be ripped apart.
    It can harden and freeze.
    It can stop. Completely.
    It can shatter into a million pieces.
    It can explode.
    It can die.
     
     
    The only thing that made it start beating again?
    The moment you opened your eyes.
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Sixteen
     
    All the visits wear Lake out and she sleeps the majority of the afternoon. She slept through Eddie's second visit, which is probably good for Lake's sake. The nurse brought her soup at dinnertime and she sipped most of it. It was the first thing she ate since Thursday.
     
    She asked more questions about everything that happened the night of the wreck. She mostly wanted to know all about her forgiving me and us making