The wind screamed louder and louder in my ears. Above me, the man with terror blazing in his eyes for the woman he loved grew smaller and smaller, shrinking into nothing.
A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye.
Even now, all he cared about was whether my heart was still usable.
I didn't know how much time passed before I woke to the sharp sting of antiseptic.
Bertram stood by the window. I blinked, momentarily stunned.
"You're up. How do you feel?"
He crossed the room when he saw my eyes open, pressing the back of his hand gently to my forehead.
My heart leapt into my throat.
The warmth of his touch was so real it made everything inside me twist tighter.
"If you're feeling alright, get up and pick a dress. I need you at an event with me."
His voice landed somewhere deep in my chest and sent a tremor through me.
A row of dresses in different styles already hung along one side of the room.
I pressed my lips together, suddenly greedy for this moment. For the illusion of it.
Everything felt the way it used to. He was still him, the man who bent the world to his will and no one else's.
But when his car pulled up in front of a prenatal school, I froze.
Wasn't he taking me to an event?