me, he tried to play the part of the caring fiancé. He fluffed my pillows

ble, Chloe? Do yo

ying uselessly in my lap. "Tell me the truth, Ethan," I said, m

course, they will. The doctors are

I pressed, my eyes fixed on his.

h the blinds, a nervous gesture that was completely unlike him. "He sa

s perfect facade. It gave me

y voice cracked on the last word, the sound o

me features twisted into a pathetic mask of sorrow. "

hing to hear it from his mouth in a secret conversation, but to have him deliver t

ter," he said, his voice a desperate, placating whisper. "I'll still love you. I

m years ago. It played the first song I ever composed for him. He had said my hands were magic then. Now, those same hands were ruined, destr

ettled over me, pushing aside the despair. I had

t and devoid of emotion. "I want

ring in his eyes. He thought I was just grie