Theron stood frozen.
His heart seemed to stop beating in his chest. He stared at her, tracing every line of her face, her eyes, her lips, with a gaze so tender it ached.
"Avelisse..." His voice was rough and broken. A single tear spilled down his cheek.
Overwhelmed by longing, he reached out and drew her into his arms, carefully, gently, as one holding something precious that had been lost forever.
But the woman pulled away, confused and uncomfortable. "Sir? Are you unwell? I do not know you!" She stepped back, pushing him away. "We are on a plane! Handsome or not, that is no way to behave!"
Theron's hope wavered. His hands trembled and he could barely speak as he tried to talk to her. "You truly do not know me? It is I... Theron. Your husband."
The woman rolled her eyes, plainly uni
