"I don't know what's wrong with me, Edmund." She swallowed hard, and then the tears she had been holding back for days finally fell. "But I'm so scared. I want it to stop, but I can't. What should I do? I don't kn—"
But before she could finish, Edmund pulled her into his arms.
He didn't say anything sweet or poetic. He didn't try to fix it with promises or pretty words. All he said was, "I'm here."
And somehow, it was exactly what she needed.
Her husband was here, holding her like he'd never let go.
Like her pain was his own, and he'd carry it if she couldn't.
No matter what she had been through, no matter how broken she felt, Edmund wasn't going anywhere.
His presence alone … was enough.
"I'm here," he repeated, gently this time. "We'll get through this together."
Primrose buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking through his shirt, but he didn't move. He just held her tightly, tenderly, like she were the most precious thing in the world.
