"I don't!" Niamh snapped, turning to glare at Elmer. It was a rare display of temper from her.
"I'm sorry..." they both apologized at almost the exact same time.
The atmosphere in the car grew heavy once more. Niamh took a deep breath and told Elmer everything about Jonathan's condition. "The doctor thinks it's a psychogenic coma, and it's likely my fault... I could wash my hands of Jonathan, but I can't bear to see his grandfather so worried and anxious over this."
"Can you really wash your hands of him?" Elmer's cold question made Niamh shiver. "His grandfather... is just an excuse you're telling yourself."
"No..." Niamh shook her head forcefully. "If you were in his position, I'd be there visiting you every day, too." She stared at Elmer, certain her example was convincing enough.
The white Lexus slowly pulled over to the side of the road. After a long silence, Elmer's voice finally broke the quiet.
"But I'm not Jonathan. I've never hurt you." His words were sharp and absolute, his gaze unwavering as he looked at her.
Niamh lowered her head, biting her lip.
"I know..." Elmer's tone suddenly softened, and he reached out to gently stroke her hair. "You're just too responsible, so you can't bring yourself to abandon him. But have you thought about it? What if Jonathan never wakes up? Today, the Thomases are asking you to visit every day. Tomorrow, they'll be doing everything they can to pressure you into remarrying him... If remarrying you is the only way to wake him, would you do it?"
Elmer's barrage of questions plunged the car back into a heavy silence. He clenched his jaw, his eyes fixed on Niamh's face, desperate for a definite answer. But she remained silent.



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