chapter 75

Mary

After a hellish week in that hospital, I was finally able to go home. According to Dr. Clark, the surgery was a success. Slowly the feeling in my legs was returning, although I didn't have the strength to move them, which was a bit painful.

I hated going back to the apartment with Pyotr, I wanted to keep as much distance from him as possible.

It was hard to have all those conflicting feelings inside me. I loved my husband, I wanted him to be around, I wanted his support. But I couldn't forget what happened. I felt anger towards him. Not for my situation, despite what everybody said, I didn't blame him for that.

But I blamed him for our situation, I blamed him for feeling alone so many times, I blamed him for not being able to trust him, I blamed him for not being able to feel his touch without me remembering everything, I blamed him for having that whole fight tarnish the memory of the first time he told me he loved me.

How can we get through all this?

" Here we are," my mother