When he saw her open her eyes, John stumbled up from the floor.
"Faye, you were asleep for so long."
His voice was hoarse, and dark circles shadowed his eyes. "Tell me if your stomach still hurts. Don't endure it alone."
"I knelt and begged for three days... God finally gave you back to me."
So he had been kneeling for that long.
A sharp ache pierced Faye's chest.
But the throbbing pain in her lower abdomen snapped her fully awake.
She stared at John's hand gripping hers and asked softly, "So my uterus was removed, and I'll never be able to be a mother again, right?"
John's body stiffened.
His silence was the cruelest answer.
Faye tugged at the corner of her mouth, but he hurriedly promised, "Faye, the fact that you're alive matters more than anything, because I love..."
A knock
