Book Description in English:
“I love you,” he whispered into her ears, kissing her cheeks teasingly.
“I know,” she replied with a sparkle in her eyes, teasing him back with a soft kiss on his nose.
He hugged her, picked her up, and twirled her around and around as her long brown hair flowed in the wind. Both laughed, life was perfect.
That was twenty-five years ago, right before he left for a week-long business venture. That was the last time Ann saw her husband. That was last time she heard his laughter. It was the last time she felt his touch and his kiss.
She couldn’t remember if it was the lightning, the wind, or the crackle of the thunder that scared her more that night. She was curled up with her two children when a booming knock on the front door made them all jump. She never expected to see two detectives standing in the shadows of the lightning; nor did she expect to faint when they told her Andrew was dead. Part of her died with him that day, only ever finding the strength to move in a ghostlike manner for the sake of their children.
Every night, she stood on the balcony of her home, leaning against the rail with her eyes closed. Every night, she would feel the light touch of his hands and whispers of his voice. She could feel his arms holding her tight.
For the first time in twenty-five years, Anne said his name. “Andrew, my one true love, one day, soon, we’ll be together again.” Her heart beat slowly as she dropped his wedding ring and heard it clank against the pavement below.
Across the district, in a lonely apartment, a male voice shouted, “Anne!” as he jumped up from the couch and ran to his window, flinging it open.