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Married to Henrik Karlsson, and I didn’t even get a kiss. This was a big fucking mistake.
“A child was taken from her. Now a new child is given. Let her bond with him awhile. You and I will go lay your sister to rest.”
Even in the dark, I know he’s looking at me. I feel the weight of his full attention, the deep anchoring of his soul behind his eyes. “Ett rent hjärta,” he whispers in Swedish. If I ever knew how to breathe, I’ve long forgotten. “What does that mean?” The knuckles of his right hand brush over the point where my heart thrums in my chest. “It means you have a pure heart.”
“You’re someone. You’re my someone. And I want to take care of you. Please, Teddy—you’ve been taking care of me so well for weeks now. Let me return the favor. Don’t drive off in the dark to go sit alone in an empty hotel room. Stay. Stay here with me and let me take care of you for a change.”
As I stand here, heart racing, the truth settles over me: I don’t want Teddy out with another man tonight. I want him home, laughing with Karro on the couch, making banana splits, and teaching me to braid her hair. I want him home with me.
Lord knows he’s done enough for me already. Whatever my husband wants, he gets.
“How will I know if I can give you everything you want, if you won’t let me try?”
You are mine, Henrik. Flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone. I mean to pass through this life as your other half.”
