Sandy stood quivering on the water’s edge, oblivious to the gentle lapping at her feet. She wasn’t cold. She wasn’t overheated. She wasn’t fearful. She was excited. Her husband was returning from overseas. Six long months he’d been gone, forced to finish up loose ends before joining her.
They’d never been apart this long. Although they lived busy productive lives, their time together was simple, relaxed, intimate and pure. She pictured it now, the renaissance of old and new. A mixture of his world and hers combined into one. Surprising how much she’d missed those moments of sharing. Sometimes combative, sometimes coalesced, sometimes unforgettable. Always passionate.
Standing facing the setting sun, she waited patiently and impatiently counting down the moments until he’d be by her side, the beginning of something new and fresh in a land so distant from anything they’d known. An adventure they’d chosen together. It was time. She hurried back to the house, slipped her feet into flip flops, grabbed her bag and keys and rushed to the car.
When Malcome arrived, the house was empty. Where could she be? He toured the house, peered out the windows. He couldn’t find any sign of her. Surely she’d have gone to the dock to meet him.
His phone rang and he answered the unknown number. “Mr. Greyson?”
“I have some terrible news for you.”
He listened in horror. The phone fluttered from his grasp as he fell on his knees to the floor. She was gone. It couldn’t happen it couldn’t! His love his one and only taken from him? He sat shaking, the quivering wouldn’t stop. Tears dripped from his eyes as silent racking sobs shook his body.