She sat, all alone, on the balcony of their beach house. Wrapped in a blanket, it wasn't cold, the blanket had been a wedding gift..........she could still smell him on it.
The sun had set and hour before, now she was watching the sea by moonlight. The waves rolling in, one after another, fighting to kiss the sand first.
Those waves would bring him home to her soon. They would carry him to her door, he could race the waves to be the first to receive that kiss.
He was in a far off land, helping others in need. Her stomach rolled at memories of the early evening news. It had stated that the unrest had gotten worse. That the camps were becoming targets!