“Hey, how are you doing this morning beautiful?” I ask because I feel like shit for having to leave her alone last night.

Realizing that it is hospital policy, I went home with Jon but not before stopping off at the pizza joint and grabbing a bite to eat. We were both starving apparently, because we finished off a supersize pizza and a large order of extra buttery breadsticks with garlic marinara sauce. It was to die for.

When we arrived at the house, Jon was so tired that he went straight to bed. But I sat up for a while worrying if George might come back. The last thing...