“ Hey babe, how was work?” I asked as while forcing a smile on my face, his face that looked as holy as ever had me thinking, questioning, did he do it. He put his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. The same one that I thought was safe, it suddenly felt unsafe, of all people you decided to fall in love with your parents murderer , of all the good men in this world, I thought as he hugged me tightly.
“I missed you,” he said as he held unto me longer, I wanted to wrap him in my arms, as hard and tight as he held me, yet something pulled me back, the hug felt uncomfortable, it felt cold, unsafe.
“Are you okay?” He asked as he pulled out of the hug, I quickly nodded while holding the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes, he held my face in his hands, stared long into my eyes.
