From Here On, You Need Not Follow

In early '93, my fiancé, Lloyd Delgado, was granted a special transfer to the national laboratory in River City. I gave up my chance to stay in the city as a teacher and went back to the small town to look after his aging mother in his place. But for six whole years, I never once managed to get so much as a travel pass to visit him in the city. That day, Lloyd's mother suffered a sudden stroke, and I rushed through the night to River City, clutching the emergency notice from the hospital.