It had come from the hands that fed me.
“David, what about the painting?” Jessica asked.
“Which one?”
“The enormous one above the fireplace. The woman in the blue dress.”
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“That was her favorite.”
Jessica rolled her eyes.
“Exactly. I don’t want reminders of her everywhere.”
David considered it.
“We’ll sell it.”
“Good. And the furniture?”
“Whatever you don’t like, we’ll replace.”
She stepped closer to my bed and examined my face.
“She’s really not going to wake up, is she?”
David glanced at the heart monitor.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“The doctors have explained everything. Her condition is irreversible.”
Jessica lowered her voice.
“Then why do you keep looking at her like that?”
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“Like what?”
“Like you’re afraid she’ll suddenly sit up and start asking questions.”
David chuckled.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
He leaned over me and gently adjusted my blanket.
His fingers brushed my cheek.
“Rest, darling,” he whispered.
