She let her eyes wander over his jaw, tilted towards the side of his chest where his heart rested. She was happy to be married to a man who doted on her. He wasn't handsome, or healthy, but he was trying to heal, and so far his treatment was going well. He was hers – as long as he was alive, he was hers. She was a lucky woman indeed.

In the middle of the night, Ethan was woken up by the heat. He lifted the blanket and looked at the woman in his arms, then got out of bed and went ...