KIMMY'S LIST

CHAPTER 18

The door opposite opened. Kimberly’s wide eyes locked onto the guard standing in the doorway. She watched him gesture into the room. Her face lit up when Boyd stepped in and the guard closed the door.

All the built up tension, all the worry left her in waves when she saw her husband was safe. Her hands shot up to her mouth. Her chin quivered and her eyes welled.

For the first time in four weeks their eyes locked onto each other. So much for not wanting to cry when she saw him. Kimberly stood from her seat. Tears continued to well.

Boyd smiled. His welling eyes glistened. Kimberly placed her palms on the window. Boyd placed his hands over hers. It was the closest they could get to holding hands. Tears trickled down her cheek as she silently regarded her husband.

Kimberly gestured to the telephone receiver. She lifted hers and sat down. Boyd lifted his and took a seat. She was so distracted by seeing her husband again, the germa-phobe in her completely disregarded the cleanliness of those phones and who before her had used them.

‘Hi, Hun. You’re a sight for sore eyes… I have missed you so much,’ Kimberly said. ‘You have no idea how good it is to see you. I was worried when you weren’t here when I walked in.’

‘I have missed you too, Hun. They kept me with all the checks and balances they run before they’d let me in.’

Seeing her husband and hearing the dulcet tones of his caring voice warmed her from within. If only she could hold him. Her admiring eyes followed the contours of his face as he talked.

‘How was the trip up? Lots of traffic?’ She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

TO BE CONTINUED