Chapter Forty- Four

Turner had spent the past few days worrying and hoping for Sarah's recovery. Her condition had been a source of great distress for him.

But today, he was filled with relief and happiness. The bouquet of roses in his hand was not just a gift; it was a symbol of their love and hope for a better future.

He entered her hospital room with a gentle smile, the roses held close to his chest. The sweet scent of the flowers filled the room as he approached her bedside.

"Hey, Sarah," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "I've brought you these beautiful roses. I wanted to celebrate your recovery, to celebrate you being well again."

Sarah's eyes lit up as she saw the bouquet. Her smile grew, and she extended her lips, inviting him to give her a gentle peck.

Turner leaned in, their lips met briefly, and he could feel her warmth and strength returning.

"Thank you, the husband of my youth and of my old," she whispered. "These roses are lovely, just like you."

He chuckled, "No, Sarah, you're the