“Martin chose it.”
My voice broke as I explained that I wasn’t sure I could stay. Watching everyone dance together reminded me of what I had lost.Compare Boats
“You don’t have to stay if it’s too painful,” Thomas said. “But your husband talked about this evening constantly. He was so excited about finally dancing with you.”
He paused, then offered me his hand.
“Would you do me the honor?”
I hesitated before placing my hand in his.
Thomas led me onto the dance floor. At first, I could barely move. Every step reminded me of the way Martin used to hold me, the familiar rhythm we’d shared for nearly fifty years.
But gradually, my shoulders relaxed.Plan Routes
For a few minutes, I allowed myself to enjoy the music.
When the song ended, a younger crew member approached. He explained that Martin had helped him when he first joined the ship. He’d been homesick and struggling with his work, ready to quit until Martin took the time to encourage him.
