Vincent
We arrived at Eliza's house and I accompanied her to her room. She looks a bit pale. She is happy to have me by her side.
I don't know what to think or feel; this has been too much. I don't know what will happen from now on. If I can't tell Eliza the truth, how will Mar take it? I'm no longer a widower; I'm a married man again.
"Darling," Eliza catches my attention, and I turn my face to look at her.
"Don't just stand there at the door," she raises her hand.
"Come," she says with a smile.
I sigh and walk over to her. She pats the bed for me to sit next to her.
I do so, and she takes my hand.
"Finally, Vince, finally we'll be together again," she says with excitement.
I wish I could tell her the truth, as I always did, but first, there's her recovery. I also don't know ho
