I paused mid-motion, the ointment still in my hand, and looked up at him. “Just me? You’re not coming?” Austin sighed, his tone laced with regret. “I’m swamped with work. I really can’t get away this time. Next time, I promise, okay?” But Austin, there won’t be a next time. I lowered my head and resumed applying the ointment. “It might be hard for me to get time off from work.” “Don’t worry about