How
could I explain so that he would understand? I was an empty
shell. Like a vacant house – condemned – for months
I'd been utterly uninhabitable. Now I was a little improved.
The front room was in better repair. But that was all –
just the one small piece. He deserved better than that –
better than a one-room, falling down fixer-upper. No amount of
investment on his part could put me back in working order.
