I kneel at the end of the bed, my knees cold against the hardwood floor.My head is hung low and my breathing is steady.In and out, I breathe, in and out.Footsteps echo down the hall and my patient heart skips a beat. Excitement overcomes me but I push it away for later.For him, I am patient.For him, I am calm. The door squeaks with that familiar sound and I take a deep breath.“Hello my love,” his words echo in my ear like...