Her back speaks volumes.
The hunch of her shoulders cries out in tension, in fear and violation. The question mark curve of her spine demands, why me? Why couldn't you see?
Daniel has made atonement with the largest bunch of flowers I've seen since the day Sara gave birth. Flowers won't help, here. And yet... this hospital room evokes much the same feelings. Relief. Pride.
My pride hurt her. She's right. I didn't understand, not until it was too late. She didn't beat it. It saved her.
I hate that.
Thank you. Damn you, thank you for giving her back.
The End
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