be whole again, and I’ll do anything for that to happen. If you’ll have me, I want to come home.”
I watched her, awaiting her response.
For a long moment Catheryn regarded me with an expression I was unable to fathom. Then, with a sad smile, she moved closer and placed her head against my shoulder. I could feel her body trembling from the cold. Standing in the charred ruin of our home, I enfolded her in my arms and held her as if my life depended on it. For a dozen heartbeats we stood as one, our figures joined in the steadily falling rain.
“Can I take that as a yes?” I asked at last.
And at last Catheryn responded.
“Tomorrow, Dan,” she said softly. “We’ll talk about it… tomorrow.”
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