All Is Forgiven
“Darling, please wake up.” I felt somebody smoothing the hair out of my face. It hurt to much to open my eyes, so I continued to lay there. “Honey, please!” The person’s voice was sobbing and my heart ached for them. Trembling, I reached out, my eyes pulling open.
I was quickly pulled to the person’s chest, their sobbs shaking my body.
“Thank God your’re alright.” That’s when I knew that voice. My husband was the one holding me. He had come looking for me. He was the one that loved me.
“I love you.” The sound that came my throat was barely a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”
“Your forgiven,” my husband said through his tears. “I’m just so glad I found you.”