The reassurance and the hug were nice, but Iestyn still had that feeling like he could have done more. Would he have made the right choice in the moment like Henry did, and realised she had to vomit, or would he not have known? Of course, it was impossible to know now, and not worth considering, but that niggle was still there. He patted Henry’s arm and let him go back to chopping.
“That may be so, but I still can’t help wondering. What if we had cancelled our honeymoon and focused on getting her better? What if we’d invited her to sleep downstairs with us again? What if- oh God. I don’t know. I don’t know! I just wish I could have prevented this somehow.”