Chapter 26

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a little Winnie the Pooh on my nightstand, holding a jar of honey with that sweet smile on his face. It was the first birthday gift Henry Smith ever gave me. After we got married, I placed it in our bedroom. For a moment, I really thought I’d just had a weird dream. Otherwise, why would I be back home instead of in some cold hospital bed? But the faint pain from the bandaged wound on my hand said otherwise—this wasn’t a dream. I threw off the blanket and was about to get out of bed when I saw Henry walking in, carrying a bowl of porridge. And along with it... bad news. Apparently, the reason I only got a few scratches from the crash was because my dad shielded me. He died instantly. Less than six months after losing my child, I lost my father too. Right then, even the bright summer sunlight couldn’t warm me. I just sat there at the edge of the bed, frozen. I felt like a statue in the shadows. "Here, eat a bit," Henry said softly, his voice unch