Julia

Seven months later

Chequamegon Bay and Lake Superior glistened like diamonds, the two bodies of water meeting at the shore to our property. Sitting on large rocks, I lifted my face to the sun. Although I’d come to this region in the cold of winter, I’d been promised warmth. It had come in abundance, not only in the flames of roaring fires or the sun above, but from the man at my side.

As my skin warmed, I thought about ...