JOEY

I watched the sleeping form of my wife, and I couldn't help the wide smile on my face.

She was here. Back home with me.

At long last.

It felt weird to watch her deep asleep on the bed we've shared together for years, especially considering the fact that the bed had been robbed of her warmth for years.

But she was back now. And that was all that mattered.

No matter how weird I might feel just by looking at her back in our room like she always belonged, I knew it was a good type of ...