The wind in Vardane whipped up so much sand that it stung my cheeks.
I'd been with the project team for 3 full months.
My days consisted of work and sleep. Life was simple, but fulfilling.
Then, one afternoon, I received a call from an unfamiliar number.
"Fiona, it's me." The voice on the other end was terribly hoarse, weary, and tentative. It was Jimmy.
I didn't know how he'd found my new number. Perhaps it had cost him a great deal.
I didn't hang up immediately. I just listened in silence.
"How much longer are you going to keep this up?" The arrogance was gone from his voice, replaced by something almost pleading. "I've kept the wedding venue booked. I haven't asked for the deposit back. The moment you come home, we can get married."
I looked at the sand swirling beyond the windo
