“Three days.” Hank holds up three fingers, one of which contains his gold wedding band. “Three days, and she either goes home or to the hospital. I mean it, Polly.” “Of course.” Except in three days, nothing will have changed. Hank still won’t want to end up in prison. Tegan will still be an irresponsible child who doesn’t deserve to raise a beautiful daughter. And I’ll still be barren. In three days, I’ll make Hank see reason. I’m sure of it.
