The day Seth finally came home was one of happiness, relief, and some residual apprehension. I had planned everything to the last detail and wanted everything to be perfect for his return. Fresh flowers were in the living room, perfuming the atmosphere well with their fragrance, which combined well with the aroma of the meal I had cooked all morning. The apartment was warm and inviting, a far cry from the antiseptic and impersonal feel of the hospital where he had spent many weeks.
When Seth walked through the door, his strides were slower, more deliberate; but that same smile greeted me—among those that I had fallen in love with. I rushed to him, wrapping my arms gingerly around him since his injuries still needed time to heal. "Welcome home," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion.
