“Mary! Wake up, Mary!”

I jerked away, startled at the hand-that-wasn’t-there touching me. You’d think after 10 years I’d be used to it. “What is it?” I sleepily asked, trying to untangle myself from the bed linens.

“It worked! Well, sort of. See.”

What looked like a dismembered foot floated onto the bed. I nearly retched at the sight.

“It’s been over an hour and my foot is still visible!”

I looked up at where his eyes should have been. Tears started welling up in my own as the realization of what this meant began to sink in. Could it be that he had found a cure? Would I be able to look into his beautiful, soft eyes again like so many times before he started this lunacy? “How? What? Oh David! Don’t stop!” I thrust myself, arms wide open, at where I thought he was and missed. I would have flopped onto the floor if he hadn’t caught me in his.

I could feel his tears on my shoulder as mine dripped down his. Please, Heavenly Father, give me my David back!