One of my massive headaches kicked in, and my compassionate, carrying husband held me throughout the night without a single complaint. I didn’t fall asleep till around five a.m., and when I woke up, my headache was gone. Victor took a long walk outside by himself to think. I offered to go with him, but he declined my offer. He was getting all broody again, and I wished he’d let me in. He was gone for hours, and I knew he was contemplating everything that had happened. I also knew how worried he was about me. The headaches were getting worse, and we both knew something was drastically wrong. When he came back, I made lunch for him, then put on one of my favorite movies. I sat on the sofa, snuggled up to Victor. It was still hard for me to comprehend that he was sitting in my mother’s living room. I had grieved his death, and he came from another world, but there I was with his strong arms wrapped around me. I’d never expected to be in his embrace ever again. It was mind-blowing, and I couldn’t stop staring at the gorgeous man next to me.
