Working in the cottage has been so lovely and peaceful. I kick back in my chair and munch on a bowl of sliced apples that Bridgette bought down for me.

“A visitor has arrived on the island, asking for you,” Lucas appears in the cottage startling me while I work.

“Oh, my god,” I jump from my seated position and place my hand on my heart. “Please, you have to stop doing that.”

“Sorry,” Lucas says quickly as he comes to my desk and stands beside me. “Were ...