“How long have you been like this?” “A couple hours.” I sigh, leaning my hip against the sink. “Baby, you should have called me sooner.” “I didn’t want to bother you. You were so tired.” “Hey.” I duck down into a crouch, brushing the little wispy curls off her forehead. “You’re my wife, Tess. You are my whole fucking world. My reason. We have a death pact now, remember? And while I agreed to let you go first, today is not that day.”
