“Have you ever wanted to go to Tennessee?” Byron asked quite casually one evening as they were dining out in one of the city’s best seafood restaurants.

Emily looked out the window, the pane marred by sad streaks of rain. It was the coldest and wettest time of the year, and now that Christmas was over, the winter season seemed to drag on and on. Who wouldn’t want to be in the warm, green valleys of Tennessee?

“That seems like a random question,” Emily ...