Andrea washed Lance’s ring off her finger a long time ago. Though Lance has tried to preserve the drawing on his finger, the color is slowly fading. Andrea carefully disinfects the wound with alcohol. before she can rewrap his hand, Lance hands her a pen.
“Draw it again,” he commands.
Andrea shakes her head.
“It’s pointless,” she says, “It’ll fade away again.”
“The drawing is not the real thing, and the marriage is doomed to end anyway,” Andrea thinks, “What’s the point of drawing it over and over again? If it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be.”
Andrea swiftly wraps his hand in the thick white gauze. She ties it tightly, but gently. Then she takes a pen and bends over the bandaged hand. When she moves her head, Lance can see the drawing and he stops breathing for a moment. She
