Chapter 3
The present…
June 30, 1975
“How are you feeling?” Jacob asked.
“I’m sorry.” Wendy was home, in her own bed for her final days. They wouldn’t make it past their five-year anniversary, and had barely made that. The cancer that would keep them from having children, that they battled together over most of their married life, was finally about to win.
“Don’t you dare be,” Jacob told her.
“I wish…” Speaking was a bit of a struggle.
“What do you wish?”
“That you…could have been with Rory.”
“What?” Jacob’s heart nearly stopped before hers did, “Wendy…I…I’m sorry if I disappointed you.”
“Never.”
“I love you as much…” He couldn’t even put a measure to it. “As much as it’s possible to love.”
“I know.”
She stopped to cough, and Jacob wished he could take away the cancer, the pai
