Christopher's expression softened. He understood her hesitation and restlessness. He recalled the countless times Abigail had been rushed to the hospital and the countless sleepless nights.
Abigail's health issues had cast a long shadow over their lives, and each visit to the hospital had chipped away at her spirit. Christopher knew all too well the aversion she had developed for the word "hospital."
Christopher himself also didn't want to see her sick. As he looked at Abigail, he couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness.
He had wanted to take her away from all the tension and workload to immerse themselves in nature's embrace and bask in the serenity of the wilderness. They had hoped for lazy strolls by the riverside, picnics under the clear blue sky, and nights spent gazing at the stars. But fate had once again intervened, shattering their idyllic plans.