Gracie’s left index finger rested between Ben’s teeth and his quirky, yet charming, grin. As she tugged her finger free from her husband’s playful grip, his arms tightened around her beneath the sheets. A tear spilled from her thick lashes. She wiped the tear with her hand—her only hand. Though her right arm lay by her side, forever etched with scars, she had never felt more beautiful and complete in her life.