The car pulled smoothly into the driveway of a grand, luxurious villa.
Janice looked up at the place that had once been their home. Her heart squeezed, and her vision blurred once more.
Charles got out of the car swiftly, without even glancing at her face. He pretended not to notice the sorrow written across her features.
There was no time for her to get lost in emotions. The moment she saw Charles walking ahead, Janice rushed to catch up, jogging the few steps so she could enter the house with him.
Everything inside was just as she remembered.
The same cozy décor she had once adored. The same warm tones they'd chosen together as newlyweds. Even after her blindness, when much of the furniture had been cleared for safety, everything had been restored. Every detail screamed of him. Of his effort. Of his love.
He had never truly stopped waiting for her.
