She sought comfort in his strength, in knowing that whatever happened now, she had Bernard to share it with. And then she thought of Bernard as a young man, and how he had always put her wants before his own. Each time he had raised the conversation of having a family, she had made an excuse, pushed it away, until one day it was too late. “Bernard…” she said into the darkness, “…if you could do life again, knowing what you know now, would you still have chosen to do it with me?” Her words were absorbed by the silence so that she decided he must be asleep. She rubbed the cotton of the duvet
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