"What's wrong?" He sensed it instantly.
"Nothing…" Her voice trembled despite her efforts to hide it.
"Go to sleep soon. You have classes tomorrow," he said softly.
"If you were me—if so many people looked down on you, if this love was opposed by so many—would you still charge forward without hesitation and trust your own decision?" she suddenly asked.
Ned was quiet for a moment. "From the very beginning, I've only ever had one choice: my love. I love you, Sophie. You know better than anyone how much I love you." Then he answered.
She closed her eyes. The tears that had been welling up finally spilled over, sliding down her face…
"I know," she whispered gently, her voice thick with emotion.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow afternoon at the hospital."
"See you tomorrow." She hung up.
Lifting her gaze, she saw the diary lying neatly on the desk. She opened it once more and began reading from the very first entry—the day she met Ned…
