The car drove through the streets. Mary, exhausted after so much emotion, slept in Elizabeth’s lap, who remained nestled in John’s arms. He, the man who rarely allowed himself to show weakness, was now crying like a child.“Forgive me, my love… I didn’t mean to…” His voice came out choked up, broken by the pain of imagining what might have happened.Elizabeth looked up, crying too, pressed his hand to her lips, and gave him a gentle kiss, full of tenderness.“John, don’t blame yourself. You did the right thing.”She smiled sweetly, but immediately grew serious.“Our children come first. Who do you think I would have chosen?”John took a deep breath, moved.“I know, my love.” He touched her chee ly with his fingertips, feeling blessed. “I would have been grateful if you had chosen me, too.”Elizabeth tilted her head, resting her forehead against his.“Then don’t blame yourself.”He closed his eyes, letting her presence calm him, and caressed Mary’s peaceful little face.“They are our g
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