Panic rose in her body, escalating as a big, bony hand covered her face and warm breath hit the skin on her cheek. The blood rushed in her ears so loud, she almost didn’t hear the whispered voice.
“Anna. Shush. Don’t scream.”
Peter! He was here! She’d found him. Her heart did a double flip and she nodded her understanding. The hand slipped from her mouth, taking the face mask with it, and two strong hands turned her around and pressed her against his chest. She gasped in shock, because the skeletal body didn’t resemble the husband who’d left six months ago.
Peter!“Anna. Is it really you? Sweetheart. My darling.” He showered her with breathless kisses between murmured words of endearment.
“You’re here. I found you,” she murmured against his lips, before his demanding kiss silenced ever
