Davie’s uninterrupted tears, traced down the side of his face, blurring his memories of the shiny tiles in the quiet hallway. His recollection of the pitter-patterning of the nurses' shoes and their fretful faces merged with the worried eyes of the doctor, unhinging his faith. The morning greeted the pair with a doctor emerging down the hall, removing his surgical mask and shaking his head. Davie knew, from then on when the sun rose, his walk through the fields, past the tree beneath her window, over the fence and back along the dust path to his farm, was going to be a very long one.
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