Those two weeks dragged on endlessly. By day, I kept myself busy caring for our daughter. By night, I lay awake, pain carving through my chest. More than once, my little girl asked, “Mom, why is Dad gone so long?” And each time, I turned away so she wouldn’t see the tears rolling down my face.
When the fifteenth day finally ended, he walked back through our door. Sunburned, smiling, arms full of gifts. He kissed me on the cheek and declared, “I missed you so much.”
The Question
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