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quietly, “But there is a problem.”
    Now he looked stern. “This afternoon when you saw Tom in ICU, I understand you were pretty upset.”
    â€œYes.” She had tried not to cry but couldn’t stop. She’d been so worried, and knowing that he had made itthrough the operation was such a relief that she couldn’t help herself.
    â€œCatherine, Tom just asked me to level with him. He thinks I told you it was hopeless. He’s starting to not trust me. He’s beginning to wonder if maybe I’m hiding something, that maybe things are worse than I’m telling him. Well, Catherine, that is simply not so, and your job is to convince him that you have every expectation that you two will have a long life together. He mustn’t get it in his head that he has a very limited time, not only because that would be harmful to him, but equally important because I don’t believe that’s true . In order to get well, Tom needs faith in his chances to get better, and a great deal of that has to come from you.”
    â€œSpence, I should have seen he was getting sick.” Spence put his arms around her shoulders in a brief hug. “Listen,” he said, “there’s an old adage, ‘Physician, heal thyself.’ When Tom is feeling better, I’m going to rake him over the coals for ignoring some of the warnings his body was giving him. But now, go in there with a light step and a happy face. You can do it.”
    Catherine forced a smile. “Like this?”
    â€œMuch better,” he nodded. “Just keep smiling. Remember, it’s Christmas. Thought you were bringing the kids tonight?”
    She could not talk about Brian being missing. Not now. Instead, she practiced what she would tell Tom.“Brian was sneezing, and I want to make sure he’s not starting with a cold.”
    â€œThat was wise. Okay. See you tomorrow, kiddo. Now remember, keep that smile going. You’re gorgeous when you smile.”
    Catherine nodded and started down the hall to room 530. She opened the door quietly. Tom was asleep. An IV unit was dripping fluid into his arm. Oxygen tubes were in his nostrils. His skin was as white as the pillowcase. His lips were ashen.
    The private duty nurse stood up. “He’s been asking for you, Mrs. Dornan. I’ll wait outside.”
    Catherine pulled up a chair next to the bed. She sat down and placed her hand over the one lying on the coverlet. She studied her husband’s face, scrutinizing every detail: the high forehead framed by the reddish brown hair that was exactly the color of Brian’s; the thick eyebrows that always looked a bit unruly; the well-shaped nose and the lips that were usually parted in a smile. She thought of his eyes, more blue than gray, and the warmth and understanding they conveyed. He gives confidence to his patients, she thought. Oh, Tom, I want to tell you that our little boy is missing. I want you to be well and with me, looking for him.
    Tom Dornan opened his eyes. “Hi, Love,” he said weakly.
    â€œHi, yourself.” She bent over and kissed him. “I’msorry I was such a wimp this afternoon. Call it PMS or just old-fashioned relief. You know what a sentimental slob I am. I even cry at happy endings.”
    She straightened up and looked directly into his eyes. “You’re doing great. You really are, you know.”
    She could see he did not believe her. Not yet , she thought determinedly.
    â€œI thought you were bringing the kids tonight?” His voice was low and halting.
    She realized that with Tom it was not possible to utter Brian’s name without breaking down. Instead she said quickly, “I was afraid they’d be hanging all over you. I thought it was a good idea to let them wait until tomorrow morning.”
    â€œYour mother phoned,” Tom said drowsily. “The nurse spoke to her. She said she sent a special present for you to give me. What is