Ghet flinched back from Helen's rage, and then it was gone as abruptly as it had come, leaving her off-balance. That wasn't exactly helped when Rachel simply vanished.
"Next time," she said, running her fingers absently over her husband's thigh, "we have got to have these conversations upstairs, where people can't just bounce in and out all the time. Where has she... oh dear. So much for a plan."
She gave her husband a gentle smile. The idea that Anaya was being kept in stasis had brought back memories - his, not her own. The sight of her own wasted body, his sadness and the hope she'd given him that maybe not everything he loved would be lost to him... "I love you. Have I said that today?"
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