Bruce took his cane and reached for the couch, pulling himself back to his feet. It was strange how he felt ten years older than he did a month ago. His family had always brought him strength, and being around his Carrie couldn't help but make him feel younger. He had never felt this old before.
The look on her face. That was what he'd been afraid of. "Maybe," he started, but he couldn't finish. He didn't want to suggest it. If she was going to kick him out, he would leave. He would say goodbye this time. He had no idea what would happen after that.