THE ABANDONED LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER'S COTTAGE PT 2
Zara and Declan still sat on the edge of the old iron bed, knees almost touching.
The distant crash of waves mixed with the occasional creak of the wooden structure in the sea breeze.
Zara’s voice dropped lower. “My marriage has left me starving for real connection. For something that actually feels dangerous and alive. My husband barely touches me anymore. I feel like I’m disappearing.”
Declan looked at her, his gray-streaked beard framing a serious expression. “I know exactly what you mean. I’ve actually photographed your blog before. I saw your pictures, the free-spirited woman hiking alone, smiling at the camera like the world belonged to her. I fantasized about you more than once. About what it would be like to meet the woman behind
