Chapter Nineteen
The following spring…
I was initially worried moving back to the city—my thoughts suggested that I should simply find another place altogether. Start so fresh that I’d feel like a babe in the woods, no baggage of any past to haunt me. But then, returning to visit my friend, Joanne, I realized that two years away cleared out all that murky stuff that drove me to my master to the north. Besides, I love the city, and the gallery that Joanne’s boyfriend, Cameron, needs me to run, and the loft apartment on the second floor with two big spacious rooms and a garden roof that reminds me of an English country garden. I can think of Lockhart the minute I step out on the patio. And I can also think of the promise a big city brings for finding that next man in my life. Not that I’m
