Gloria stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "When Yvonne had her accident, Tamara sacrificed so much for us. You two have been engaged for four years; it's time to consider marriage."
Milford's brow furrowed deep. "I'm not in the mindset to think about that right now."
Besides, Tamara hadn't mentioned wanting to get married recently. With Yvonne just starting her long recovery, how could he think of a wedding?
"Not in the mindset?" Gloria's gaze was piercing. "Is it that you have no mindset for it, or are your thoughts still on Leilani?"
Milford looked up sharply.
Gloria stared him down, enunciating every word. "Milford, don't disappoint me."
With that, she left.
Milford stood in the corner silently for nearly half an hour. He walked to Yvonne's room, listening to the chatter inside, his expression obscure.
Inside, Yvonne wanted to keep talking to Leilani, but footsteps approached.
Milford pushed the door open, his face grim. "Yvonne, it's time to rest."
Yvonne pouted. "I know, I know!" She winked at Leilani. "See you in a few days!"
Leilani nodded, packing her medical kit to leave. Milford followed her, silently escorting her to the entrance.
Just as Leilani was about to step out, Milford spoke abruptly. "Leilani."
She looked back.

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