Elisa Muse
The way he touched me, the way he slowly brought me up and back, was something I will forever treasure. Leon had that gift—healing my soul from the deepest wounds. My husband was patient and a confident one who loved me beyond my flaws and despite my shortcomings.
Leon made love to me, slowly, carefully, so as not to hurt me, and every touch, caress, and kiss... erased the memories of that awful night. He was what my soul needed; he was the one keeping away nightmares, insecurities, and fear.
The following day, we woke up to hear his phone ring. "Hello?" He picked up his phone annoyed and answered it with a sleepy voice.
"Sorry Grandpa, we were too tired..." he sighed. He looked at the time on his screen. "No, I don't think we will be able to make it," he said, and then h
