Bonnie adored Coral Canyon, a fact which only added another pin to her heart. She could see herself living in that farmhouse, cooking dinner at the gas stove, and chopping onions on the quartz countertops.
She dreamt of such things, in fact. Dreamt of them in a lumpy hotel bed while he surely slept on a mattress of clouds and goose down in that fancy farmhouse at the base of the mountains.
The mountains! She’d never seen anything like them, and they called to her in a way nothing in Island Park ever had. Yes, Wyoming possessed a spirit Bonnie had been lacking, and she wondered for the hundredth time if she could leave her mother and move to Coral Canyon to be with Sam.
Bonnie thought of her mother as she waited in the lobby for Sam to arrive. Her mom had been doing okay, but Bonnie defi
