“What do you mean, postpone?”
I finally turned to face him. “They’re not well enough to travel. And honestly, neither am I if I’m doing this alone.”
He stared at me as if I had suggested something outrageous.
“I’m still going,” he said flatly. “I need this vacation.”
I blinked. “Gregory, they’re sick.
They need both parents.”
He shrugged. “You’re a nurse. You know what to do.
I’d just be useless.”
That was it. No concern. No guilt.
No hesitation. Just entitlement. Within an hour, he ordered an Uber to the airport.
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