Julia
I stepped into the lobby of the hotel in Ashland. The large hotel was constructed on the shore of the Chequamegon Bay in 1877, by the Wisconsin Central Railroad interests. The stately wooden pillars and trim created an atmosphere that gave one the feeling of stepping back in time. Its central location within Ashland was perfect for visitors. It had been perfect for me, allowing me to peer out my window at the frozen bay and walk a few blocks to shops and restaurants.
With my mind on my decision to move in with Van, I wasn't paying attention. I should have been looking around at my surroundings. I wasn't.
“Julia."
I sucked in a breath at the familiar voice.
The counter ahead of me was empty. I turned toward the lobby, seeing the fireplace and furniture, and yet not one chair or
