I had fought so hard these past months to pry her from the grips of her certain demise. I had rejoiced at my achievement and success. I had saved my dear wife. I had won one of the biggest and most important battles of my life to remove her from danger and make her safe. This was an enormous effort and an unqualified victory.This was the woman I loved. I had proven my love so many times before as she had done for me as well, but not like this time. If this accomplishment were such an achievement, why was I not filled with pride, joy, and elation?