"Do you have everything sweetheart?" Maxwell asked as he checked the kitchen and living room, making sure they left nothing behind. Fran emerged from the bedroom carrying the last of her bags.
"I think I've got everything."
She sighed, taking one last glance around their suite. He came up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist.
"Are you all right Fran?"
"I guess. It's not that I don't want to go home and see the kids but I don't want to leave either."
"I know. I'll try to make more of an effort for us to spend time alone with the children and with each other."
"I know you will but that's not what I'm talking about. I feel different than I did before we stepped through these doors a few days ago."
He turned her to face him. "Different how?"
"Spiritually free; stronger emotionally. I feel like I've finally laid the demons of the past to rest."
"I'd do anything to allay your fears. You are an intelligent and beautiful woman Fran Sheffield and I love you with all that I am," he said kissing her forehead. "Come along Mrs. Sheffield, our family awaits our return."
Maxwell watched Fran dozing as the plane made its way to Los Angeles. He slipped a notepad and pen from his jacket and quickly scribbled notes to himself. Smiling at his plan, he turned his attention back to his sleeping wife. He couldn't wait to put his plan into action.
