Chapter 35, Aisha and Tony in The Nick of Time
It was the last day of April—our wedding anniversary. We lay with the blinds closed and curtains drawn in our hotel room. Two weeks prior, I didn’t know if we’d make it here. Our trip had been booked since November. I must admit I had forgotten about the trip, and even our anniversary, from inside the eye of the storm. I hadn’t thought about it, until Tony reminded me, on the way home from Tampa. It was a long drive, and at first a silent one also. I’d heard myself give my husband a second chance, but I hadn’t fully comprehended what it would look and sound like. For the first hour, it sounded like radio waves. That was all the sound between us. I had no idea where to begin, and Tony hadn’t offered any direction. Eventually, he simply reached over and held my hand. He met my eyes with a smile.