I did my makeup twice because my hands were shaking with excitement.
When I slipped on the red dress, I stood in front of the mirror and actually blushed at myself, which at 38 felt ridiculous and wonderful.
I looked like a woman still in love with her husband. And I was.
At the gate, I nearly ruined everything.
Daniel was standing by the jet bridge in full uniform, talking with his first officer and laughing at something I couldn’t hear.
Even from 20 feet away, he had that calm, steady presence people trusted without thinking.
He looked handsome in uniform, his broad shoulders standing out and his clean-cut hair, making him look younger.
His wedding ring gleamed when he lifted a hand. He was the same man I had loved since I was 26.
My heart jumped like I was young again.
I ducked behind a pillar before he could spot me and actually laughed at myself. I felt ridiculous, giddy, and stupidly happy.
