"Edward, if you go through with this surgery—you're going to regret it for the rest of your life!"
Edward's expression didn't waver.
"Regret? Why would I ever regret this?"
"This is for your sister-in-law's own good. I have no reason to regret it."
He turned to me—silent, unmoving—and his voice softened with concern.
"Sweetheart, you look terrible. Are you feeling unwell?"
I met his worried gaze. My chest tightened.
"It's nothing." I forced the words out. "Just... nervous."
That much was true.
But it wasn't tomorrow's surgery that frightened me.
Edward drew me close, his arm curling around my shoulders, his voice impossibly gentle.
"Don't be scared. I'm right here."
"Once you're in the operating room, you'll just fall asleep, and when you wake up, it'll all be over."
No.
He didn't understand.
He had no idea what tomorrow's surgery truly meant.
Margaret and Sophie opened their mouths to say something more, but my parents intercepted them, ushering them away.
Before leaving, my parents turned back. Their eyes met mine—heavy with something I couldn't name.
Edward noticed none of it. He was too consumed by the joy of what tomorrow would bring.