Ten Years, One Goodbye He Walked Away Forever

When the accident happened, I called Annette Sullivan four times in a row.

Each call cut off mid-ring. Then her text came through.

【In a meeting. Whatever it is, we'll talk tonight.】

A second later, her assistant's post slid up my social media feed.

"Thanks to the boss, I got my first taste of the season—crab, and it was incredible!"

What I noticed was the little black fan on the table. It was running off her charger.

Lying there on the stretcher, I felt the ache spread through every part of me.

Ten years together, and her need for order had always run deep.