Dearest Robert,
I am here waiting for you. No matter what. Yes, we will struggle...but you are needed. I need you. The children need you. Don’t give up, my darling. If you can’t walk, I will walk. Your legs might not be moving, but your heart beats. And the last time I checked, that heart belonged to me.
Get well and come home. We will get through it all. All of it. Like we always have.
What you wrote to Levi is nonsense. You are still a man. You are Gloria Astor Whitehall’s man.
I love you,
Ladygirl
P.S. I made the right choice at the Sadie Hawkins dance. Don’t ever guess at that again.