It was meant to be the perfect getaway... As I board the plane, all I can feel is hope and excitement. One whole week away. Just me and the man I have promised to be with forever. Time to repair what has been broken. Maybe even try for another baby, and pray that this time it doesn't end heartbreakingly. I just need to not think about what George has done. He's my husband. And this is the holiday where we make things right. But...