Chapter 33
PhilipThat night, Philip pulled Louise’s hair back into a loose ponytail. He took her toothbrush from the cup and squeezed some toothpaste on it. “Ready to brush your teeth, darling?”
Louise looked up at him and nodded. She spoke less and less as the weeks went by—all she could manage were five or six words at a time. What few words she had left were reserved for the children who kept a light burning within. But behind her eyes, Philip knew she was still there. He was certain of it.
Philip brushed her teeth. He was gentle, knowing that Louise didn’t like the toothbrush in her mouth. It made her gag.
Afterwards, he gave a sponge bath. Just enough to wipe the day away and keep her feeling comfortable through the night. Every night was the same and still, he enjoyed their routi
