“Five years.” Tessa stood at the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the glass separating her from the world outside. She reached out and touched the pane, the warmth from the sun seeping into her palm. Funny how something she could see right through could hold the heat at bay, keep the wind from coming inside, and protect her from rain.
Of course, it wasn’t raining today. Not in the middle of July, on a gorgeous island in the ocean.
Tessa breathed in Nantucket, the cobblestone streets, the duned beaches, the meticulously pruned privets that bordered the homes on the island. She held the charm of the ocean, the joy the breeze always seemed to have, and the brilliance of the blueness that existed everywhere around her right inside her lungs. When she exhaled, the place did not leave her soul.
