I kissed my wife goodbye and watched her drive off to work

there she was.

She was at the main desk, helping an elderly woman find a book, her smile as warm and genuine as ever.

Relief washed over me so intensely my knees felt weak.

She saw me and her expression shifted to one of concern.

She excused herself and walked over to me.

“Daniel? What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I grabbed her hands. They continue reading …