I remembered the tiny bell hanging in my kitchen window. I’d never known where it came from.Edit Photos
Before I left, Martin had asked Elena to keep something safe for me.
She returned with an envelope.
Inside was a copy of our wedding photograph, taken during our first dance. I was laughing, my head tilted back, while Martin held me close.
A letter accompanied the photograph.
He wrote about that first dance, how nervous he had been, and how tightly I’d held his hand when he told me he would soon be sailing away.
He had always wanted our anniversary cruise to be different. This time, there would be no departure waiting to separate us, no ship to command, and no distant port calling him away.Plan Routes
He had wanted us to have time together.
Real time.
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When I told Elena that Martin hadn’t finished the map, she studied it and shrugged.
