For years, I had thought I was the one protecting them.
Sometimes I forgot how much strength they gave me in return.
PART 3: Our Arrival in Montana
Conrad’s family owned a winter property outside Big Sky, Montana.
Calling it a house would have been absurd.
It was a sprawling mountain estate built from stone, timber, and enormous walls of glass overlooking snow-covered peaks.
Christmas wreaths hung beside the entrance.
Garlands wrapped around the porch railings.
Tall pine trees surrounding the property glittered with white lights.
Our helicopter landed on
