Emily

We finally arrived back home in Nevada, and I couldn’t have been more relieved, even as jet lag toyed with my senses. On the way home from the airport, I couldn’t help smiling as I gazed at the ring on my finger. I was married now, and to the love of my life, the man who sat in the driver’s seat next to me, driving his beast of a truck. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I reached over and touched his face, gently rubbing his stubble with my hands. He ...