He sat on the beach, the sun making him feel embraced as his wife came up with a glass of lemonade.
Herbert looked at Judy with more love than he thought he owned. He wanted to blurt it, right here, right now, on this Hawaiian beach, but he didn’t.
He smiled, thanked her, took a sip, “It’s delicious,” he said.
“Yes, it’s the best I’ve ever tasted,” she replied, and slipped onto the chaise beside him.
He took her hand and held it.
Judy wasn’t just his wife, she had saved his life. She didn’t realise it. He did.