The day passed in the blink of an eye. Anna spent most of it at home, wandering from room to room, lost in her thoughts. But as the time of Daniel's return drew nearer, something warm and overwhelming began to creep into her chest.
She had never been this eager—this delighted—to see her husband.
Ever.
"It's because I haven't seen him the whole day… and he had a fever yesterday," she muttered to herself, attempting to rationalize the tight flutter in her heart. "It's normal. Perfectly normal."
But she knew it wasn't.
Not after everything she'd learned.
Not after hearing about his parents and realizing how much loneliness he had hidden behind that cold, intimidating exterior. Her heart felt oddly tender, strangely protective—like she suddenly understood pieces of Daniel she hadn't known existed.
