remembered. “The nurse?”
I made a terrible decision.
Danny went completely still.
Helen gave a bitter little laugh. “Yes. Ask him about his nurse.”
Danny ignored her. “She helped me after I was injured. She saved my life.”
“That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
Ask your perfect husband who Margaret is.
Helen shook her head. “Then tell her how long Margaret kept saving you.”
“Enough!”
Danny rarely raised his voice.
That frightened me more than the shouting itself.
Then he softened. “Sweetheart, after fifty-five years, are you really going to let your sister destroy us again?”
How long Margaret kept saving you?
I looked at Helen.
Then at him. “No.”
My sister stared at me for several seconds.
“Then I hope you ask yourself why he came back now.”
She left.
That frightened me more.
***
That night, Danny slept beside me.
I didn’t.
At two in the morning, I realized love had