The office feels empty without Allie in it. Several times I find myself walking back to the window and looking out at the bay. Is this what she did while I was gone? Watch the boats pass and wonder where they were headed? Maybe even wonder what I’m up to? Ha. Fat chance.

I do my best to dive into the multitude of emails I have waiting for me from the rest of the board, but my mind consistently floats to thoughts of Allie and Zelia. What were they talking about? Where they talking ...