Despite all my questions, I fell face-first into my bed and a very deep sleep. When I woke, morning sun streamed in through my windows, accompanied by a chorus of birds and roosters.

This mountain pioneer life wasn't for me. I was a city girl used to blaring sirens and people on the streets randomly shouting for Reggie. Always for Reggie. Popular guy, that Reggie.

Finally, reality settled into my pre-coffee brain, especially the conversation with Annecy. I shot out of bed, ...