Exactly as he had on our honeymoon.
“Hi, Lee,” he whispered.
“Hi.”
He rested his chin on my shoulder.
“I remember this room.”
I closed my eyes.
He continued.
“I remember everything about this place.”
I covered his hands with mine.
And silently wished that he could hold on to those memories for as long as possible.
—
The following afternoon, we walked down to the Gull’s Nest.
Carol waited near the deck stairs.
She was a sturdy older woman with short gray hair and an anchor tattoo on her forearm.
She wore a black dress and looked uncomfortable in it.
But when she saw me, her expression softened.
She opened her arms.
I walked straight into them.
“There she is,” she whispered. “The wife.”
I laughed through my tears.
“I’m still sorry about that phone call.”
“Oh, hush.”
She stepped back to admire my dress.
“Good heavens, honey. He’s going to cry the moment he sees you.”
