That night, before Emily went to bed, she decided she was going to go back to work tomorrow, Friday. So she made herself a list. It was something Dr. West had taught her. Something she did with her own patients now. It made things less overwhelming to break them down into small chunks, to be able to cross things off a list. And she wanted to be okay tomorrow. She wanted to go to work, like Ezra had suggested, to help someone. And then she’d see him afterward, for dinner, when his day was over, and they’d talk. They’d fix things, the way they always did for other people, only now it would be for each other. It would be hard, but they’d do it. And then when she reached over at night, she’d find him next to her in bed and be comforted. They’d be Emily and Ezra, for better or for worse, for now and forever.
Shower
Get dressed
Eat breakfast
Go to work
Eat lunch
Go home
Make dinner for Ezra
Talk to Ezra over dinner
Go to bed
Nine things. All she’d have to do tomorrow was nine things. She could handle that.