❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“Teddy… If I don’t go today, I’ll go tomorrow or the day after that… Nothing will change the outcome of whats going to happen. And do you know what the outcome is going to be? It’s going to be the same thing it is every time. Before you know it I’ll be back here, and I’ll say I told you so… and you’ll wonder why you ever worried. “ His facial expressions were soft and his hand came up to her cheek running his thumb softly against her cheek.
Deep down, Teddy knew he was right. Henry’s words had always been the cure, the comfort she needed to make it through each day. But when her only comfort had to go under the knife, there was no longer anything keeping her afloat — without Henry, she was drowning; she was scared. Without him, she was nothing more than the wreck any ordinary wife would be, for there was nothing to make her brave again.
“Henry,” she breathed. “I want to believe you, I do. But don’t you get it? While you’re off having your anesthesia-induced dreams, I’m in the on-call room just waiting and waiting for news. You know I’m not even allowed in the gallery anymore? Not after the last time I freaked out over the intercom.”
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