Chapter75
The weekend passed in a dream—one Mark and Ronnie would carry with them for the rest of their lives. Saturday morning dawned clear and bright. After a slow breakfast, they set out for their first adventure: Niagara Falls State Park. The falls were even more breathtaking up close. The thunderous roar, the mist that clung to the air like fine rain, the sheer, overwhelming power of it—it left them both in awe. Mark held Ronnie's hand tight as they made their way along the observation decks, neither of them speaking much, simply absorbing the enormity of it all. Every so often, he'd glance at her, catching the wide, childlike wonder lighting up her ice-blue eyes, and feel his heart squeeze. Next, they tackled the Cave of the Winds. Dressed in bright yellow ponchos and sturdy, grippy sandal
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