“Still, I hate that I put you through that ordeal,” Mrs. Reynolds said miserably. “I should have told you my plans or charged my phone. It was never my intention…” Her voice stopped. Mr. Reynolds squeezed her hands supportively.
“I know, honey. But the important thing is that we still have each other,” he murmured. She nodded, optimism rising in her again. Whatever unpredictable currents the future would bring, they would navigate through it together, their relationship made stronger because they had weathered this storm.