ONE YEAR LATER
The night was especially cool and a brisk wind blew, bringing with it the scent of a coming storm. Raif and Sarah walked hand in hand to the barn as they did each evening after the children were tucked into bed.
Raif helped his wife up the ladder and they took up their usual places. Resting her head against Raif's chest—a place Sarah had grown to depend on for a warm, protected feeling—she let out a sigh of satisfaction. She stared out at the nighttime sky as it painted the billowing clouds on the horizon deep purple and gray.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Sarah said.
"Sure is," Raif whispered in her ear.
A few weeks after their wedding, he had gone back to his photography career on a permanent basis. Sarah discovered he loved it deeply. The scenery and people of his home
