Scott POV
I was sitting here holding the hand of my unconscious wife, wondering if she would be her old self or the witch she had started to become or if she had no memories at all. She looked so fragile and delicate; I never wished this on her. When I yelled at her and told her to pack her bags and leave if she couldn't change. The last thing I had expected was for her to pack her bags and leave.
I feel so guilty for the way we had left things.
This visit will have to be short, as I need to get back and work on getting Gemma back. I needed to see my wife, talk to her, and let her know I love her deeply and have never stopped. We had a small bump in the road of life, and I wanted to sort it out once things settled down. Instead, it had heated up, and time to come and sit with her was so
