Chapters (67)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Acknowledgements
- Book Club Discussion Questions
He brushes back hair from her face, his fingers gentle and soft against her skin. Her breathing is shallow, but she inhales his smell. She wishes her body would allow her a deep breath so she could take the sweet scent to the pit of her stomach. She’s glad he’s here with her now. She’d been focused on believing that he didn’t need to go through this. But maybe he did. Taking care of her with such devotion might offer him some peace once she’s gone.
‘You look beautiful,’ he says.
She wants to swat at him or even laugh at such a ridiculous suggestion, but she doesn’t have the energy. ‘You’re deluded,’ she finally manages.
‘That might be the case, but I still think you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world.’
She can’t resist a smile at this. She reaches for his hand, needing more of him. Her chest aches at the knowledge that she’s leaving him behind. They could have had forever and her heart is still wrestling with accepting that what she’s had is better than not having him at all.
‘Thank you for everything, Ty.’
He chokes at hearing these words, tears brimming as he brings his lips down to kiss her hand.
She wants to keep looking at him, to take in every feature of the man she loves, but her eyelids are heavy. She can feel something trying to pull her away. Her eyelids flutter to the darkness.
Her own whimpers wake her, with the pain now overwhelming. Her eyes try to adjust to her surroundings and panic jolts through her body when she realises she’s not at home anymore. Just like her mum and just like Miranda, hospital confines her.
But the warmth of Ty’s hand as it wraps around her own immediately calms her. The fingertips of his other hand lightly dance across her skin. She concentrates on the feeling, not just the physical sensation but the emotion. Pure, good, and whole.
‘It’s okay,’ he tells her gently, giving her permission to leave him.
Quietness settles around them, Ty’s hand forever holding hers, offering a safeness like no other.
Time warps, the concept vanishing altogether. But Ty stays by her side.
The pain dulls as she wraps herself in his love, in all his affection, in the knowledge that what she had with Ty was better than she ever imagined.
Her breath slows …
… slows …
. . . s l o w s . . .
Until there is no breath at all.
Acknowledgements
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
It is a dream come true that this book is being published and there are so many people in my life who deserve heartfelt thanks.
To Alex, I hit the jackpot with you. I’m so thankful for the life we have.