Images of the massive twister ripping through Washington tore at my heart because Gautam’s phone was still unreachable.
All the special moments we shared was playing continuously in my mind, making me yearn to hear his voice one more time, to breathe in his warmth just one last time.
How I wish I had not fought with him the last time he had called, how much I wish the person who made my days brighter with his laughter and loving presence, was safe.
“Sweetheart…You are acting like your best friend just died,” cried a voice behind me and instantly tears of relief started pouring out from my eyes.
Later while we happily snuggled closer to each other on the couch, watching another one of those thriller movies he loved to watch, I thanked providence for urging him to take that earlier flight out of Washington to surprise his furious wife.
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