When I woke up the fairy lights he put up around the bedroom were still on and a fire crackled gently in the woodstove. I sat up to see that he was in the big overstuffed chair across from the bed. He leans forward, sniffs, wipes his eyes with his hand and takes a sip of his drink.
Go back to sleep, Neamhchiontach.
But his eyes are red in the strange light and I tell him to come back to bed. Why is he up? What's going on?
I'm just watching you sleep and thinking about how awful I've been to you.
In the past-
Your entire life.
Caleb-
Please, Bridget. Go back to sleep and just let me wallow in my misery. This is my penance.
This should be your redemption.
I don't deserve grace from you, Neamhchiontach. Let's head home while this trip is still a good memory for you. Before I continue to ruin everything.
