I DROVE TO THE GYM, hoping to find Fuentes and talk some sense into him.
The last person I expect to meet when I step inside is my wife. Wait… is she my wife?
She looks different. Better. Happier. The Harriet I used to know.
Time warps. Becomes something new and something familiar. I look at her and she dazzles.
The hallelujah chorus rings out.
Can anyone else hear it? Does anyone else spot the angel?
She's dripping in sunshine, brown skin glowing from sweat and adrenaline. Her hair's pulled into a long ponytail that cascades down her back. The sleeveless T-shirt has deep cut-outs at the sides, revealing a hot pink sports bra. The pants reveal her petite legs that are no less appealing for being short.
My eyes slide down her body.
The journey is smooth. Butter in a hot skillet. Her head. Her shoulders. Her hips. Her legs.
