know, hon, but we can’t. Not yet.’
‘But it’s Christmas Eve.’
Gemma couldn’t say anything. The true irony of this situation was pressing down on her. An unbearable weight that made it impossible to look directly at Andy.
She heard him clear his throat. An uncomfortable sound.
‘Will you be all right getting the kids settled? I… have a patient in the PICU I really need to follow up on.’
‘Of course. Thanks for all your help.’
‘I’ll come back later.’
Gemma said nothing. She couldn’t because the lump in her throat was too huge.
It was Christmas Eve and Andy was going to the paediatric intensive care unit.
The place it had all begun, ten years ago.
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