"Ca-ll-an." She suddenly kept quiet, tamping down the words, feeling zero need to air what was on her mind.

"What's on your mind, Orla?"

Her dingy countenance and quavering voice gave her away. Callan easily sensed that something wasn't right.

Sliding next to her where she leaned against the handrails outside their bedroom. Her eyes were on the blue waters that inundated the swimming pool. She was besotted with the sight.

"Callan," she called again when she felt his presence. "This ...