(Lena)
We got home just after midday.
Cole came around to my side and I took his hand and we went inside. I went straight to the couch and sat down and let out a breath I felt like I'd been holding since Saturday afternoon.
Cole didn't say anything about it. He took his jacket off and hung it up. Went to the kitchen. I heard him moving around in there, the tap running, the fridge opening and closing.
He came back with a glass of lemonade and set it on the table in front of me.
"You don't have to watch me like that," I said.
"I'm not watching you," he said. "I'm sitting down."
He sat in the armchair across from me and picked up his phone.
I drank the lemonade and let the relief of being home land properly. Not the hospital. Not the corridor outside the operating theatre. Not the cha
