“Rachel shut the door on Jacob. She shut the door, like always, on the possibility of love. And then – for no reason she could pinpoint, no reason in particular – she burst into tears. A deep wail escaped her lips as she crawled back into bed. Chronic illness was the Great Decider. And it had decided for her, once again.”

“Rachel shut the door on Jacob. She shut the door, like always, on the possibility of love. And then – for no reason she could pinpoint, no reason in particular – she burst into tears. A deep wail escaped her lips as she crawled back into bed. Chronic illness was the Great Decider. And it had decided for her, once again.”

— Jean Meltzer