“How?”
He squeezed my hand.
“With you.”
I laughed.
“Ben, I don’t know anything about running a hospital.”
“No.”
He smiled.
“But you know something I forgot.”
“What?”
He looked at our daughter.
“That saving lives isn’t only about keeping someone’s heart beating.”
Then he looked back at me.
“Sometimes it’s about giving someone a reason to keep going.”
I leaned across the table and kissed him.
For the first time in years, I didn’t wonder when he would leave.
I didn’t wonder where he was going.
I didn’t wonder what he was hiding.
Because the man sitting across from me had finally learned the one thing I had been trying to teach him all along.
A marriage isn’t two people protecting each other from the truth.
