Gabriella

“Van sent his driver to meet us at the airport,” Damien said, sitting across from me as the plane came to a landing, gliding along the tarmac.

Beyond the small windows, the sun shone over the chilly northern Wisconsin scenery. Whitecaps on Chequamegon Bay glistened, and the deciduous trees swayed in a breeze, their limbs covered with immature leaves. Such as an oasis in a sea of gray, color also dotted the landscape. Trees and ...