The reunion

Christopher hurried into the bedroom, and there, by the French window, stood Abigail, bathed in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, a vision of grace and beauty.

She was dressed in a flowing white robe, tied loosely around her waist, and her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves.

Her presence in the room filled the space with warmth and a sense of completeness. Christopher's heart swelled with love and longing as he approached her, ready to embrace the woman who meant everything to him.

As Christopher approached Abigail, he couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in her demeanor. Her posture was relaxed, and her shoulders were no longer tense with anxiety or stress.