JUST as Minah expected, she could see the awe on her husband Asher’s handsome face as he took in the sight of the lake she always visited.
They had decided to have a picnic there.
They brought a blanket to lay on the grass beneath a tree by the lake and packed some food just in case they got hungry.
It was just the two of them—no distractions.
“This place is beautiful, sweetheart,” Asher blurted out, unable to hold back his amazement as he took in the lake’s beauty.
He took a deep breath, a wide smile never leaving his face.
“I see,” Asher said, turning to Minah as she walked toward him. “Being in a place like this… it’s like no matter how much anger you have in the world—or even toward me—it all just fades away.”
Minah smiled at his words. “This place… I always come here when I nee
