by Koppel, Hans
Anna squeezed his hand, her nails digging in, and cried silently.
He pulled her to him, for once being allowed to be the strong and secure one. He dried her cheeks and kissed her eyelids.
‘I love you,’ he said. ‘I’m not very good at saying it, I don’t dare. I’m scared that you’ll realise how much and back off. Every day when I come home, it’s as if all the stress and tension just evaporates.’
Anna rolled on to her side and stared out of the window. She held her balled fists to her face. He lay tight behind her, ran his fingertips over the contours of her arm.
‘I need something to drink. Do you want anything?’
‘That’d be good.’
Magnus got out of the bed and went to the kitchen. Anna heard him filling two glasses.
Her mother had been right all the time. She did make her husband very happy.