“I just wanted to check on him. As for anything I needed to say, I already said it when he came out of surgery.”
Sallie stared at Jessica, barely able to fathom how the woman who used to have eyes only for Timothy could now seem so indifferent.
“Are you really giving up on him?”
“I’m giving up on the marriage, not his life. Of course I don’t want anything to happen to him. But at this point, only the doctors can bring him back—not me.”
Sallie’s voice trembled with desperation. “Jessy, he doesn’t want a divorce. Please don’t say things like this. If he hears you, it’ll break his heart. Can’t you give him a bit of hope, just for now?”
Jessica went quiet for a long moment before finally replying, “If he dies, then I suppose I’ll truly be free.”
“You—!”
The ICU was eerily silent.
Sallie fumed, but didn’t dare raise her voice.
How could Jessica say such a thing—almost wishing for Timothy’s death?
Her heart aching, Sallie glanced over at Timothy, only to suddenly notice the fingers of his right hand twitch.
Her eyes widened. She gasped, “He moved! He moved! Doctor, he moved—!”
Without another thought, Sallie rushed out to find help.
Jessica’s attention snapped to Timothy, just as his ring finger began to twitch even more noticeably.
There’s an old saying that the ring finger is connected to the heart.
Was it really his heart stirring?
Jessica’s own chest tightened painfully.
She’d said those harsh words on purpose, hoping to provoke a reaction.
When she looked up again, she saw tears glistening at the corner of Timothy’s eye.
He’d heard her.
He was aware.
But why couldn’t he wake up?
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