Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, so close as if he wished to melt her into his being, to become one and inseparable. It was the only way he could think of to calm the storm of emotions within him.

He kissed Leanne's shimmering lips and rested his forehead against her cold, damp brow. "I heard you, honey."

The following morning, Leanne woke up to the early dawn light.

Her bedroom window faced the garden, where the morning light revived the plants, and the crisp chirping of birds echoed in the distance.

Stretching lazily, Leanne turned and came face to face with a pair of big, round eyes.

The cat ruled over the entire garden, complete with a large pond and a floor-to-ceiling glass cat house, but it was no longer allowed in her bedroom. Its front paws pressed against the glass, and those big, pleading eyes, looking in, made Leanne's heart melt.

She got out of bed, and as soon as she stepped outside, the cat, acting as if it hadn't seen her in thirty years, dashed toward her, meowing loudly. It took Leanne a good while to calm it down.

"Little darling."

After changing, she was about to head out for breakfast but turned back, pulled a locket from a drawstring bag, and wore it around her neck.

seated at the table,

softened as they landed on the

breakfast over to the table. Seeing Leanne, she

a year, it was their first meeting. Leanne gave

joyfully, and she hurriedly fetched a bowl. "I made your favorite oatmeal with

left, Curtis put down his tablet and pulled Leanne onto

take some vacation time?" he suddenly asked. "How about we go

was in a foul

officials, which he had meticulously arranged. He had ensured that the menu was perfect and had booked a bluegrass band to perform, knowing one of the

then, something

styled delicately, moved

feeling until he saw Curtis, who paused mid-conversation

on

bore a striking resemblance to

guitar strings. The deputy director, over fifty, was mesmerized, tapping his fingers on his