Liz unconsciously opened her mouth to drink some water, which made her feel much better, but she was so tired she had no energy left and closed her eyes again.
Harlan Palmer watched, his hand clenched tightly.
She had just thrown up everything she ate, it would have been better not to eat at all.
She had spasms so severe she nearly suffocated, and he didn't know what to do.
He was now less to her than the Peter in front of them.
For twenty years, a full twenty years, he kept thinking about when he found his Nora, how he would pamper her, love her, even if she were married to someone else, he would still dote on her, watch over her, happy just to see her happy.
Whatever she wanted, he would try to get it for her.
But he lost her, lost her for twenty years, and then foolishly misidentified someone else.
I'm sorry, Nora.
My Nora, I'm sorry.
