That was the plan.
That was the only plan.
I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes for a moment. I thought about the morning she had moved in. The way she had stood in the empty kitchen of her old house and looked around one last time before she walked out. The way she had not looked back when we left. The way she had said this is home now when she sat on the edge of our bed and looked around at her things finally in the right place.
Our bed.
Our house.
Our children.
Three of them, still where they needed to be, waiting on the other side of a set of operating theatre doors for their mother to come back to them.
I pressed my hands together and looked at the floor.
The doors opened.
I was on my feet before I had consciously decided to stand.
Dr. Reeves came throug
