My Wife, My Hero
When I got home, my wife Evelyn Evans was sitting on the couch, heavily pregnant. I immediately ran over and pulled her tightly into my arms, tears filling my eyes.
She froze for a moment before gently hugging me back. "Honey, what happened? Is work going that badly? Why not tell me about it?"
Evelyn's voice grew even softer.
Hearing her voice again, I broke down.
It took a long time before I managed to say as I sobbed, "It's nothing. I just wanted to tell you that I would never betray you. If anything happens to me, don't worry about me. Protect yourself and the baby."