Gerrard’s POV
It’s been over a month since I last laid eyes on my wife, but it feels like forever, the pain I’ve been carrying in my chest for five agonising weeks eases slightly just by seeing her face.
‘Gerrard’ my name falls like a prayer from her lips, her eyes wide as though she can’t believe I’m here. I would have been here earlier, hell, I would have been out the door following her as it closed, rushing after her but I knew I couldn’t.
I scramble to my feet, drinking her in as she slowly approaches me, a frown marring her perfect features, stopping just out of my reach.
‘What are you doing here?’ Her tone isn’t accusatory, or angry, it’s just . . . flat, like she knew that I’d appear at some point, it was just a case of when.
‘I came to see my wife’ I reply, pressing my hands t
