ent party w

him, Ivanna, and a marriage certificate filed in another state. This party was for

d said. "It would look

e was to him now. The ghost of Mrs. Drak

le fixed on her face. Each handshake, each air kiss, was a small act of farewell. This i

ty lights, when she heard their voices from the oth

holding up well,"

enter can practically run itself now. She can take a ste

dy planned her future. A slow,

from the terrace edge, melting into t

djusting her wrap, his hands lingering on her shoulders. He leaned in and whispered something in

e shared. The place he had carried her over the thresh

ed out the

t mist that clung to her skin. The do

your car is

said, stepping out

ol drops on her face felt real.

ated. She was Cecil Farley. And for the first time in a very long time, she belonged o