Zyra stepped into the guest room, she walked to the balcony and leaned against the glass door as she watched her husband, totally drained and lost in his thoughts, his back to her.
She stared at him a while longer before approaching him quietly. She got to him and hugged him from behind, holding him tightly to herself as she closed her eyes and relaxed. Victor could feel his wife's presence and he couldn't express how happy he felt that she had come to him. He placed his fingers atop hers and remained in her embrace their silence speaking words they couldn't initially say to each other.
She let go, while he turned to her, his eyes pleading for forgiveness while her eyes read through his. He reached out his hands, unsure, but she didn't move away. He cupped her cheek in his hand, and his thumb brushed against her cheek. He let out a guilt-filled breath.
