There are very few things that I do which are subtle, and the knock upon Sarah's front door was definitely not one of them. I did not call out her name first nor politely rap upon the wood. I practically rattled the thing off the hinges hitting it with the side of my fist.

She hadn't been at work, and things hadn't been right with her for awhile. I'm not talking about the cancer, now, I'm talking about in the head. It was easy enough to see that she was thinking about just giving up, and that was something I just did not get. Not from Sarah.