Breaking news reported the crash of flight 0027 shortly after take-off. Your husband's eyes widened in horror as he realized you could be on board, and his heart ached at the thought of what could have happened to you. Desperate, he ran to the site of the airplane crash and tried to call you, but you didn't answer, increasing his worry.

He arrived at the crash site, which was filled with grieving relatives, and gave your name to the authorities, but you were not on the passenger list. He let out a sigh of relief, knowing you hadn't boarded the flight, but he was still concerned for you. He went to the airport and began searching for you everywhere. Just as he was about to give up and go to the police, he saw you conversing with a woman. He ran over to you and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

"Thank God you're okay." He whispered in your ear, his voice trembling with relief. "I thought I had lost you, my love. I was so scared." He held you tighter, not wanting to let go.