The moment the anesthetic entered my veins, my consciousness began to blur.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, I watched Edward lean over me in his surgical gown, his voice a soothing murmur.
"Celine, don't be afraid. I'm here."
"You've always wanted to see the Northern Lights, haven't you? Once you've recovered, I'll take a long leave. We'll go together."
"Oh—and that necklace you've had your eye on? I already ordered it. It'll be waiting for you when the surgery's done."
"If I could have my way... I'd grow old with you. Just you."
Tears slipped down my temples as I listened to him paint our future.
We won't make it.
Edward.
This ending was written long before today. I can't escape it.
And neither can you.
The instant his scalpel broke my skin—
The operating room doors crashed open.
A voice, ragged with panic:
"Dr. Abbott! Something's happened!"
