The soft hum of the engines filled the private jet, steady and low, like a heartbeat in the clouds.
And there she was my whole world, my wife curled up in my arms beneath the cream-colored quilt. Her head rested against my chest, her hair spilling across the pillow in those wild, beautiful waves that always smelled faintly of jasmine and rain. Her face looked so calm, so innocent, that it made my chest ache in the best possible way.
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