It was some time before we found each other.
And there he was. I saw him a second or so before he saw me. He looked older…a little worn…but there was a wonderful light in his eyes.
Like others on that crowded platform, we flung ourselves into each other’s arms…unashamed of our emotion.
“Robert!” I cried. I could think of nothing to say but his name.
“Lucinda, Lucinda,” he said. “I’ve come home….”