He kissed her forehead, whispering softly. "You're still my beautiful wife. My sweet wife. The woman I'll spend the rest of my life with."
Primrose didn't know what to say. Her lips trembled, and all she could do was hold onto Edmund tighter, as if he was the only thing keeping her together.
His voice felt like a spring of water in the middle of a dry desert, like sugar stirred into bitter coffee.
He made the storm in her chest go quiet, easing the dark thoughts that had been haunting her mind.
Her husband wasn't angry at her.
Her husband didn't blame her.
Edmund still loved her deeply, even though she had been tainted by another man.
She leaned against his chest and let him carry her. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, Primrose could no longer endure the pain.
Her sprained ankle throbbed painfully when she tried to move it, and the rest of her limbs felt so stiff that she could barely move at all.
