Chapter 9 - Flesh and Bone

"Arthur..." Sarah whispered, her voice cracking. It was the first time he had heard her voice without the distortion of a prison telephone in three years. He fell to his knees. Sarah rushed forward, collapsing into him, and for the first time, he felt the warmth of his wife's skin, the softness of her hair, the fragile weight of his daughter pressed against his chest. He buried his face in Sarah’s shoulder, weeping uncontrollably, holding them so tightly as if letting go would make them vanish into thin air. The invisible wall was finally gone.