The man who came through the open doorway was a stranger to me. Colin had aged in the past year. His hair had thinned, with grey streaks running from his temples through the sides. Even his moustache lacked its thickness. His eyes, etched with lines and dark shadows, searched mine as I came down the hall stairs. I looked deeply into his eyes. This moment was an important one for me. I had no idea how it would feel to see him again. Thoughts of this meeting had prayed on my mind since leaving the cabin. Now I knew. I feel nothing. Absolutely nothing! With a newfound sense of freedom, I continued down the stairs. I flashed him a bright smile. “Hello, Colin.”
I feel nothing. Absolutely nothing!“My God, Georgia, you look great. Television didn"t capture that radiance. Motherhood suits you,” h
