The Heart Attack
The next morning, Rose got the call. Charles had suffered a massive heart attack. He was alive, but unconscious.
She drove to the hospital in silence, her mind racing with everything unsaid, everything she’d walked away from.
She opened it. By the time she finished reading, she was sobbing.
Every word cut through her like sunlight through fog. What she had mistaken for control had been love in its quietest form. Every dimmed light, every ordered meal, every jacket draped over her shoulders—it had all been care, not constraint.
He hadn’t been trying to own her. He’d been trying to protect her.
The Second Chance
At the hospital, she sat beside him, clutching his hand, whispering apologies into the sterile air.Continue reading…
