even if it was just his clothes, around me. The shirt was too big, but I did not care. I missed him, his touch, the way he used to fuck me. He had been there, in the hospital. He had held my hand, as the doctor had told me about my injuries, the things they had done, to safe my life. We would never have kids; the scars would last a lifetime. Just one day later, David had asked me to marry him. Happy, and more of a bit scared, I had said yes. Soon after I had been discharged