Abby was your wife, but you had been together for over a decade in total, since high school.

Every day, she waited patiently for you to arrive home from work so that you could head to bed together.

In comparison to Abby and her corresponding fear of heights, you had an extremely bad fear of thunderstorms.

So, her heart broke upon seeing you enter the bedroom, drenched and crying.

Abby held her arms wide open for you, with the sweetest smile on her face.

“Come here, Lexie… Come here.”