Chapter 22
For the next two nights James wouldn’t leave Sarah’s side. Doctor Masters came by twice a day as he said he would. He examined Sarah, adjusted her medication, said how quickly she was recovering. James passed the time sitting next to her, holding her hand, monitoring her medication, changing the dressings over her wounds. He would lie down on the bed next to his wife, his arms around her, feeling her breathe, memorizing the curve of her hips and the stretch of her neck. He held her head to his chest. He felt her warm softness and basked in the scent of strawberries and cream. The only reason he didn’t cry out in pain was because somewhere he knew that, though the separation would be hard, they would survive. He would survive. His wife and daughter would survive and they would b
