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This past week has been better than any and all of my past fantasies combined. For nearly three years I've been living in a fog of my own making. I insisted on the divorce, believing at the time that I was doing the right thing by Sara even if I knew I'd never recover. I'd never love again and I was ok with that. As long as she was doing well that's all that mattered.

When I got the call from Ecklie I knew I'd be coming to Vegas. I'd already spoken to Heather and while she said she was fine and didn't need my help, I was preparing myself in case that changed. I thought I'd prepared myself for seeing Sara but I was wrong. Seeing her was like emerging into the bright sunshine after being trapped in a dark cave:

I'd regressed and the last 3 years I was back to Gil pre-Sara. But then something miraculous happened. I was just taking care of the last of my lines before I set out to sea again when I saw the most beautiful sight. Sara Sidle was walking up the docks toward the Ishmael, toward me! My Sara (she'd always be that to me) was walking towards me with a hesitant smile on her face. The smile blossomed as soon as she stood on the deck of my boat and then she was pulling me into her arms and for the first time in many, many days and nights I was home again.

One reason why the Ishmael appealed to me was because it allowed me to make my home wherever I chose. Allowed me to forget the welcome arms and warm smile of the home I'd left behind. While my body was technically free and roamed at will, my heart was forever chained to Las Vegas and to my twin flame, the only woman I'd ever loved.

I'd once read her a poem, one that reminded me of her. It was a poem I kept a copy with me still, the small paper folded and tucked deep into the recess of my wallet:

Whether it be in this life or the next my soul is always yours.

Just like the many lifetimes that have come before,

I have searched and found you.

We have cried, we have laughed, but more importantly,

We have loved.

To love thee and be loved by thee is the essence of life.

Wherever I go that love goes too.

To the tallest mountains, to the deepest oceans

And when my last breath leaves my body

I will wait until the day I find you again.

I found that poem to be very apropos even more so after our divorce. I truly felt like I stopped living, hell breathing when I received those signed papers back. I had failed Sara, there is no bigger failure than that. All the years I stood firm doing nothing about my attraction to her because I was so sure she'd wake up one day and realize she could do better. How ironic then that I leave for that very reason. I left so I wouldn't hold her back and yet that's not what either of us wanted. Had I communicated with her back then or had she with me the divorce wouldn't have happened. That's why we made a pledge this time around that no matter how difficult we would talk through anything. We would no longer keep silent. I made that pledge with her and I stand by it but at this very moment I'm terrified by it.

She tells me we need to talk. One week of bliss, one week of endless dreams coming true and now she doesn't even look at me as she tells me we need to talk. My breath leaves my body until her hands give mine a reassuring squeeze and she turns around. I can see fear in her eyes but I can also tell that she's looking to me for reassurance. To let her know that everything is ok. Well she has it from me. No matter what it is, we'll get through it together. I'm not wasting this second chance. Nothing could be so bad as to make me want to leave.

She sighs before speaking.

"My doctor just called. I had a physical two weeks ago. I haven't had one in years and she wanted to run an extended blood panel just to make sure everything was still within normal ranges… well they told me the doctor needs to speak with me about my results." Her face was starting to crumble and I could tell she was barely hanging on so I pulled her close, rubbing soothing circles across her back.

"They won't tell me what's wrong. They said she'll only discuss these kind of results in person. I mean who says that to someone over the phone? I told the receptionist I was away and asked if there was any way the doctor could speak to me over the phone and she got an attitude. Told me it had to be in person and I'd better make it soon," she was rambling letting me know how nervous she was.

"I told her I would have to speak to my husband first and call her back. I can't believe how rude she was. Talk about no bedside manner."

Wait! She called me her husband?! I literally had to tamp down the urge to dance around the deck of the boat. Now was not the time to talk to her about it. Now I had to reassure her that no matter what the results were I would be there for her.

"Sara," I said softly as I cupped her cheek.

"Sara, no matter what it is, we will face it together. You're not alone in this. Call the doctor back and see when her earliest appointment is."

"But Gil, what about the boat and we were supposed to meet that other marine research group next week-"

She was rambling again.

"Sara. Nothing is more important than you, nothing. I can dock the boat for however long we need. Chances are we'll get there and the results will be totally innocuous and we'll be back on the boat and laughing about it in no time," I said reassuringly.

Well at least I hope I sounded reassuring. Truth was I was scared as hell. I just got her back, I couldn't lose her again.