We talk to the doctors for awhile; they tell us that they will operate in the morning. They also tell us to go home; nothing will change within the next hours. We both agree, Henry wants to be with his kids right now and I need to hold my wife. We get to see Tina for a split second, only through the glass as she is too vulnerable for visitation. When I arrive back in the waiting room, Shane, Lara, Alice and Carmen are there. Helena walks over to me and gives me a hug, then there are hugs all over.

When we come home it is already 5 30, Helena goes to bed as she still is a little under the weather. I fix myself a cup coffee, there are probably just a few hours before they call me to the hospital. I sit in the living room watching the CNN sipping on my coffee. In all of this I only feel worry for Angie, it is a feeling that is rooted within me. She will always hold a piece of my heart, how cliché it may sound. “Are you okay?” I feel Helena’s toned body fall into my favorite position, her head rested in the crock of my neck. “Yeah, I’m alright I guess” I kiss the top of her head. “This is a lot to handle baby, just wanted to tell you that I am here” she doesn’t move, but her soft breathe is warm on my cold chest. I don’t answer her, I just hold her for a while. “It is just so surreal…” I choose not to finish the sentence. “Listen Bette, you and Henry took a decision, one you both agreed one. You need to trust yourself; the rest is out of your hands. We can pray and hope that Tina will be alright” Helena holds my head between her hands. Her lips are genuine on my forehead as she reassures me. “Are you feeling better?” I empty the last of my coffee. “I’m better” she gives me a smile. “Want to take a shower with me?” I pull her to her feet. “Always!” her index finger runs gingerly down my shoulder. We shower each other spending a long time just tending to each other, she makes me feel calmer. The mere touch of here makes me feel relaxed, loved and cared for.