His delirium persisted through the rest of the day and long into the night. Several times, he called my name. Lack of sleep made my head spin, but I answered every single time, my voice hoarse from my reassurances. And then, shortly before the dawn of a new day, Whit’s eyes drifted open. He stared at me, squinting. “I haven’t left you,” I whispered. He nodded, relief softening the tight press of his mouth. “You’re being ridiculous,” I said. “Get rid of this fever immediately and become well.” Whit’s dry lips stretched into a smile, as I knew they would. “Where are your manners, Inez? Say
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