“No,” he agreed. “She shouldn’t.”
He placed a hand on my shoulder.
For a while, we simply stood there, listening to the distant rhythm of hospital monitors.
Then he said, “You’re not going through this by yourself.”
“I know I have you.”
“You have more people than you realize.”
I looked at him, but he offered no explanation.
At the time, I assumed he was only trying to comfort me.
I had no idea he was already preparing something that would carry me through the darkest days of my life.
Part Two: Sophie’s One Wish
The following morning, Sophie lay propped against her pillows while pale sunlight filtered through the blinds.
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