Nina
He places me down carefully and starts running the warm water. I watch him as he moves, so different from the man I thought I knew—fragile in some ways, yet still that same strength, still my Jaxon. I want to say something, ask about what’s going on with him, how he’s feeling, but it feels like the weight of everything presses down on us both, so I just stay quiet, watching.
He is so gentle as he undresses first himself and then me. He is so tender with me now. This was the man I always hoped for in our marriage.
He looks at me then, his expression tired but sincere. “I can hear your brain working baby,” he says.
“How are you doing?” I ask. I can see the vulnerability in his eyes, and for a moment, I forget everything that’s been happening, everything we’ve been through. I touch
