Today is the last day of the retreat.
It's a bright and sunny morning and while some of the students sleep, most of them are already out in swimwear ready for a day in the sun.
I wonder if he's still asleep..
An image of the first time I saw him in bed in the morning flitters through my head..
My heart squeezes with the desire to see him like that again. Peaceful and at ease.
A few of the girls ,- in their string and cutout bikinis-, stand to the side while I help a professor from Lancaster assemble a couple of lounge chairs.
They giggle and whisper to each other as they share the latest gossip this retreat has to offer.
“Lovia over here!”
My head whips up when one of the girls calls out the familiar name.
Lovia walks over in a black designer two piece that holds her, supple in a
