Faith
His words hung heavy in the sterile hospital room, vibrating in the narrow space between our lips.
“I cannot bury another wife.”
The words were meant to be a confession of devotion, a frantic release of built-up fear. But as the echo settled against the quiet hum of the heart monitor, a sharp, bitter cold seeped straight into my chest.
Another wife.
I pulled back slightly, turning my head away from his touch. Nicholas’s hands slipped from my jaw, his brow furrowing with sudden confusion as he felt me withdraw.
"Faith?" he murmured, his deep voice thick with lingering distress. "What's wrong? Are you in pain?"
"Who are you looking at right now, Nicholas?" I asked, my raspy voice quiet, fragile, and laced with a deep, aching hurt.
Nicholas blinked, stepping closer to the side o
