Delaney cried herself to sleep in her husband's arms. Vincent held her and despite how exhausted he was he barely slept. Instead, he stayed awake and waged a war against himself in his mind.
One half of him wanted to just stay with Delaney no matter the consequences. The other half knew that would be selfish. For although he would get to spend the rest of his days with the woman he loved, she would have to watch the man she loved slowly and painfully fade away until he died. He couldn't sentence her to that fate.
He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew he was opening his eyes to early morning sunshine.
Delaney was still fast asleep beside him so he eased from the bed and dressed. The pain from the night before was only a small amount less so he tried to move slowly and gently.
