*Hattie* 

The moon is a silver coin dangling in the night sky, casting a pale shimmer over the cottage. I stand next to Eric's stone well, heart pounding, hands shaking. My jeans and T--shirt feel strange against my skin after so many weeks in heavy linen dresses.

I can still feel Eric's kiss on my lips, the way his hands cupped my face like I was something fragile and precious. We hadn't said goodbye exactly. Neither of us could bear the word, but I'd kissed him one ...