Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
Harry
I t wasn’t a good week.
I was tired. I was moody. I was breaking.
Normally, I’d be up before Molly began to stir in bed, yet lately she was up and moving around hours before I even considered asking for assistance to leave the bedroom. My pride was shattered, and my manhood felt as if it were being ripped away from me. It was as if everyone in the world were still strong except for me. I felt embarrassed and ashamed of my body for the way it betrayed me.
Especially that morning.
That morning, I didn’t want to get out of bed.
Our anniversary party was the coming Saturday, and I’d been trying my best to be upbeat and good enough for Molly, but I’d be lying if I said my mind wasn’t floating away with me lately. I felt closer to the end of our story than the beginning pages, which broke my heart each time I thought about it.
I wasn’t afraid of death. I was simply afraid of an afterlife without her by my side.
As I was trying to build up enough courage to get out of bed, every now and then, Molly would pop her head into the space and check on me.
The last time she came, she walked over to my side of the bed, bent down, and began to comb her fingers through my white hair. Instant comfort. I shut my eyes and sighed. “Sorry, darlin’. I’m just a bit tired today.”
“That’s okay.” She kissed my forehead before she stood tall again. She walked over to her side of the bed and crawled under the blankets with me. “I’m pretty tired, too.”
I huffed. “You’re not tired.”
“I am if you are. So today we rest.”
I wanted to argue, but she rested her head on my shoulder.
I was useless to arguments when that woman’s head was on my shoulder.
So we rested.