Page 30 of Prognosis Do Over

Sure, he had loved her, but she knew that until he learnt to give himself up to someone else totally, put his injured heart in her hands and trust her with it, they could never make it work.

‘I’m thirty-five years old, Will, and this is me. What you see is what you get. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, is for you to let me in. All the way. Not ninety per cent or even ninety-nine per cent. But all the way, Will. I can’t risk it either.’

Fair enough.‘Which is another reason why this would never work, Lou. Our kids need a hundred per cent of us too.’

‘I know,’ she said, taking a deep breath. ‘I know. So ...now we go back to the beginning. We can’t do it.’

‘It’s the timing, Lou. Maybe later, when the kids are older...’

Lou swallowed a lump. ‘Yes, our timing does suck. But it’s not just that, Will. It’s you. It’s in here,’ she said, tapping his chest. ‘You guard your heart too closely.’ She dropped her hand and walked to the door. ‘But it’s okay. Only one week left, and we won’t have to see each other every day. That’ll make it easier, right?’

She grabbed the doorknob and gave him a sad smile.

‘Right,’ he agreed half-heartedly, and watched her turn the knob and walk out the door.

Wrong!

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