More chemo. Puking. Working at the shop and crocheting when I can. More puking. More chemo. June hanging out with me every chance she got. Me avoiding Jaxon like the plague. More chemo. Hannah had called him when she went into labor. He’d stayed with her while she was there. I guess she didn’t have anyone else. Her family lived in Nebraska. She’d moved to Myrtle last summer to attend school and make a life here on her own. I guess I could relate to that. Jaxon had been acting weird around me, or maybe I just felt strange around him now. Either way, it was just jacked up, the whole situation. One of the chemo’s side effects: chest pain. I’d had a lot of that, but it wasn’t from the drugs. It was because the Jaxon/Hannah situation was slowly tearing my heart in two. I was losing him. I was losing the only man I’d ever loved, and one of the only people on earth who’d loved me unconditionally. I spun my wedding ring on my left finger.
