Vidal didn’t move. He sat, still holding Rosalind’s hand, unable to think or speak or move. She’s so terribly still. A tear streaked down Vidal’s cheek. There’s no way someone so small and fragile can survive such an ordeal. I’ll lose her. It’s inevitable. He raised her hand to his cheek and held it pressed to him while grief rolled over him, unrestrained as the surf in the Mediterranean.
She’s so terribly still.. There’s no way someone so small and fragile can survive such an ordeal. I’ll lose her. It’s inevitable.Many long minutes he sat holding her hand to his face, weeping softly and willing her to live. It might have been an hour. At last, a warm hand landed on his shoulder. He looked up to see his father-in-law and Julia, come to share his vigil. They stared at his red eyes and stri
