Chapter 30
It took Beth a moment to realize where she was, not locked in some cold storage room, shivering, but in a hospital, warm under a green fuzzy blanket, with clean sheets beneath her. Sunlight streamed in through the window.
What time was it? No matter. Beth snuggled down further into the bedclothes, luxuriating in the feel of them, a cocoon of warm linen.
She didn’t know where it came from, but she heard strains of music: Pachelbel’s “Canon.” And then the door swung open, and Beth tensed. She saw a man, his face obscured by a spray of irises wrapped in green paper. The flowers, her favorite, came down slowly to reveal Mark standing there.
She closed her eyes as she felt tears brim over. His face bore scars; it would never be the same. But he was alive!
Their eyes met, and for
