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The sun's rays make me open my eyes with a groan, and I turn around, laying my arm around my wife’s waist, pulling her close.

She giggles, turning around to kiss me, and I smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Strange, but good strange.”

I hug her tighter, laughing in a breath. “I’m glad.”

“Are you still worrying about Missy?”

Shrugging, I press a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Yeah. I can’t shake off the feeling of something bad going to happen.”

“I’m sure it ...