Emma laughs and jokes with the nurses and when the consultant arrives, they chat like old friends. While her bandage is being removed, I smile at her, but her attention is elsewhere.
She stares at her hand, turns it from front to back, stretches out her fingers. ‘My wedding ring’ll look odd without my pinkie.’
‘When I get one. Are you not going to look, Sophie?’
I walk towards her…
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