❝ –– 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.
Henry’s gaze grew soft as he stepped closer placing both his hands along her cheek and not for a moment did his eyes waver from hers. His heartbeat ran faster as blood poured through his veins, speaking quietly yet meaning every word he was about to say and more. “I’m keeping the promises Teddy, and my dazed off wonderland dreams are all about you. While I’m in surgery you might be constantly thinking about my me but I’m also constantly thinking about you and because of that I’m always going to come back. If they ever start to lose me… which they won’t… I’ll fight my way back.. to you. I always will because we’re in this together now.”
At this, Teddy’s hardened heart finally thawed. Bearing every one of
Henry’s profound promises upon her shoulders, she felt the worries lifting off
her as though they had grown wings. Yet, though Henry hadn’t ever failed to put
her mind as ease when need be, she knew she’d never stop worrying — the qualms that vacated her
heart and soul when Henry’s hand was in hers would only return as soon as she
let it go.
“I’ll believe it when I see you come home, and then
you’ll have every right to say that you told me so,” Teddy smiled wanly,
closing her eyes and sighing. Voice softening into something barely more than a
whisper, she said: “I should go. I think Cristina’s waiting to take you into
surgery.” Pretty soon, she’d be even more of a mess — just like any other ordinary wife would be.
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