Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

when she saw it was me.

I was sitting in my office, scrolling through pictures, when Denny called.

“What’s up, Denny?”

“I thought you’d want to know that Ellery will be starting chemotherapy in a couple of days.”

“What time?” I asked.

“9:00 am,” Denny replied.

“Thank you, Denny. I’ll need you to drive me. I’ll see you later.”

I wasn’t about to let Ellery go through chemo alone. I was still angry at her for not telling me about

the cancer coming back, but I love her, and I can’t forget about her. She needs someone to help her

and to be there for her, so I made a promise to myself that I would be the one, no matter the

consequences. I was in deep thought when Ashlyn messaged me.

“Connor, Howie wants me to stay for another two weeks. Please tell him no. I want to come

back to New York.”

“Sorry, Ashlyn, but if that’s what Howie wants, then you have to do it. It’s part of the job, and if

you refuse, then I’m afraid you won’t be able to work for Black Enterprises anymore.”

“I hate you, Connor Black.”

I didn’t even respond to that because I was hoping she meant it. But I know she didn’t because it

isn’t the first time she said it. I put my phone down on the desk and moved some stuff around so I

could be with Ellery during her treatment. It’s going to be hard on both of us.

I called the hospital and got the name and number of a good homecare nurse. After speaking with

her for 30 minutes, I decided she was good enough for Ellery. She came highly recommended, and I

offered her a great deal of money to become Ellery’s private nurse. I arranged for her to pay daily

visits to her and take care of her. I also made arrangements to be available on the days of her chemo

treatments so I can take her to and from the hospital. I looked at my watch, and it was already after

10:00 pm. I shut down my computer, locked up my office, and headed home.

Chapter 16

Today is Ellery’s first chemotherapy treatment. I got up, showered, got dressed, and headed to the

kitchen for coffee. Denny was already sitting at the table, eating the breakfast Claire had made.

“Good morning, Connor. Can I make you some breakfast?” Claire asked.

“Good morning, Claire. I’m just going to have some coffee,” I replied.

I sat down at the table across from Denny as Claire brought me a cup of coffee and a plate with

banana bread on it. I looked up at her and smiled.

“I made it at home last night, and I know how much you love it,” she smiled.

I got up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Claire. As always, I appreciate you taking

care of me.”

Denny looked at me intently. “Are you ready to see her?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered as I took a sip of coffee. “I don’t know how she’s going to react when

she sees me.”

“Well it’s going to be a bit awkward since the two of you haven’t spoken since the day you left

her.”

I looked at him as I took a bite of banana bread. “Do you really need to keep bringing that up?”

“I’m just saying that maybe you should have called her before today. You’re just going to show up

unexpected, and she’s probably going to kick you in the balls,” Denny said.

“Nice, Denny. Thanks for the vote of confidence, and I don’t think she’d do that.”

“Have you met Ellery Lane?” Denny laughed.

I rolled my eyes and got up from the table. I put my cup and plate in the dishwasher, then looked at

my watch. It was 8:30 am, and Ellery’s chemo begins in 30 minutes.

I climbed into the limo, and Denny drove me to the hospital.

“Good luck, Connor,” Denny said.

“Thanks, Denny; I’m going to need it,” I said as I climbed out of the backseat.

I walked into the hospital and followed the signs to the cancer treatment center. I stepped through

the doors of a large waiting room. The receptionist asked if she could help me, and I told her I was

here for Ellery. A nurse was standing there looking over a chart and overheard me.

“You’re here for Ellery Lane?” She asked.

“Yes, I’m Connor Black.”

She looked at me and tilted her head. “She said that nobody was going to be here with her.”

I pursed my lips together, “She isn’t expecting me.”

“Are you the husband, friend, or boyfriend?” she asked.

“It’s complicated, but I’m her friend,” I replied.

She smiled and waved her hand for me to follow her down the long hallway. We approached a

large room that was filled with oversized chairs, IV poles, and curtains. She took me to the fourth

chair and opened the curtain.

“Someone is here to see you,” Nurse Bailey smiled.

Ellery looked up from her phone and a wave of shock hit her face. “What are you doing here,

Connor?!” She asked quite rudely.

To see her sitting there in her yoga pants and a baggy sweatshirt was a sight for sore eyes. Her hair

pulled up in a high ponytail was killing me because I