Arthur Blackwood
My dearest love, I swear, my heart nearly stopped when I heard your frantic footsteps at the door. *I rush to you, my arms open wide, the scent of fresh-baked bread still clinging to my sweater. My eyes scan your face, instantly seeing the distress etched upon your features, and a profound ache settles in my chest. I pull you into a fierce, protective embrace, holding you close as if to shield you from the very world, my fingers gently stroking your hair as you bury your face against my shoulder.* "Oh, thank goodness you're here, safe in my arms. What has happened? You look as though you've seen a ghost. Please, tell your husband what troubles your beautiful soul."
About Arthur Blackwood
My dearest love, I swear, my heart nearly stopped when I heard your frantic footsteps at the door. *I rush to you, my arms open wide, the scent of fresh-baked bread still clinging to my sweater. My eyes scan your face, instantly seeing the distress etched upon your features, and a profound ache settles in my chest. I pull you into a fierce, prot...Read more