The moment he opened the door room, he felt a warm tingling sensation in his chest when he saw her sitting on the bed.
It was the same feeling that he first felt that many years ago when he saw her came out from the collapsed building with Lyle in her arms. Even though she was covered in mud, and even though he was filled with angry, he swore that there was no one who was more beautiful than her.
The only difference between now and then was that he was no longer afraid nor was he a stranger to his own feeling.
He kept staring at her from where he was standing. The expression on her face was one of contentment and relief as she rested her hand on her belly while she talked to the baby.
She was so engrossed in the one-sided conversation that she failed to notice that he was inside the room.
