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Maybe they are it for each other, just like Travis and I.

Sometimes, there is that one person, and there is no one else who can compare.

“So...you said yes?” I urge.

“Yes!” she cries. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

“Then I am so happy for you.”

She claps with delight and Chief grins.

I hug them both, and then sit back in the chair, yawning. I am exhausted; that movement was enough to warrant a nap.

“Go get some rest, honey,” Mom says. “You look exhausted.”

“I’m heading home today. Nurse said I’m free.”

Chief looks relieved. “Is Travis picking you up?”

I hesitate. “He said...he would.”

Chief studies me, concern etching his brow. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I swallow, my chest tightening again. “Oh. It’s nothing. I’m just tired.”

“I’ll take you back to your room, you can have a rest before you leave,” Mom says, climbing out of the bed and putting her arm around me.

“I’m glad you’re awake, old man,” I smile, before turning and walking out.

When I’m back in my bed, I can’t help but wonder what is happening downstairs.

I know Travis is a good and kind person, and he will help anyone if given the chance, but something is very wrong with this situation.

I just don’t know how to get him to see that.