Utterly vexed about Aubrey, I returned home as soon as I could. She had always been a strong woman with no fears and when she was afraid, I was concerned. Praying constantly that Aubrey is okay and Cress might not have hurt her in any possible way.
I couldn’t allow myself to leave her alone when she was scared. My mind was clouded with worrisome thoughts. I couldn’t think properly and needed to see my wife.
I reached home as soon as I could, searching for Aubrey, and rushed to our room where I saw her sitting on the bed.
Her head was hanging low, emitting dolor, holding the sheets firmly.
Panicking, I rushed to her side, “Aubrey? You okay, love? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you? Say something, Love.” Whispering, I sat beside her, holding her face, checking her form, praying
