I didn’t respond to him. My gaze stayed locked on the ceiling, blank and unreachable.
“Please…” Simon’s voice cracked. “Janey, I’ll find the best doctors. I swear I’ll help you speak again. However, please… don’t shut me out like this.”
He sounded so heartbroken and humbled, his voice trembling with unshed tears.
At last, I moved. I raised my finger and pointed to the door. Without making any sound, my mouth formed the words, “Get out!”
Seeing this, Simon knew I didn’t want him there.
When I saw him standing frozen in place, my control snapped. I grabbed an object on the table and hurled it toward Simon.
“Okay! Fine! I’ll go!” Simon was too worried sick about upsetting me, about making me even more ill, so he backed out of the room. I could see it through his eyes that it broke him to do so.
Over the next few days, Simon stayed by my side almost around the clock, tending to my every need.
One evening, after seeing that I appeared calm and composed, Simon gently brought up the topic of our wedding. “The ceremony is in three days,” he said cautiously. “I’ve taken care of everything. You won’t need to worry about a thing. You just need to show up and be the most beautiful bride in the world.”