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Two weeks later, I was finally discharged from the hospital. Edward had
been discharged a couple days after we met with Kate and Colin, but I had a
huge relapse of my pneumonia. I had caught something when I had visited Edward
and then it exploded into another bout with pneumonia. I hated it and I felt
like I had an elephant sitting on my chest.
I was not looking forward to flying home, but I wanted my own bed.
Thankfully, Aro had lent us his plane again for the entire family. He
didn’t want his ‘leading lady’ to be under the weather when I started filming
the biopic in February. I was not
ready to go back to work, but perhaps it was the distraction I needed. I
copiously studied my script while I was in the hospital, on the mend from my
ordeal. Edward helped me with my lines and interpretation of the character. His
heart wasn’t in it, though. I didn’t blame him, really. Because, like I said, I
was not ready to go back to work.
I just wanted to heal, physically, mentally and emotionally. At home. In
my own bed. With my husband. In my bed.
Do
we see a theme here?
On top of being sicker than a dog, I was also have night terrors of
losing Edward. He was also experiencing some post-traumatic stress from
shooting Royce. He never shot anybody in his life. The only time he had ever
fired his weapon was in the shooting range. Taking a life is something else
altogether. We both knew that we had to meet with our respective therapists
once we got home and even possibly deal with couple’s therapy to move past this.
At home.
I really wanted to go home.
“Dolcezza, I know you want to
go home. I can’t help that the traffic to Teterboro is bumper to bumper,”
Edward said, squeezing my hand.
“Did my filter not function?” I chuckled. “Sorry.”
Starlet, the Pomsky
Edward's Mother's Engagement Ring
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