flag on the porch.
Then I invited Denise from the county office and her husband over for hamburgers.
When she arrived, she looked awkward.
“I feel strange being here after everything.”
“You were invited.”
I smiled.
“That makes all the difference.”
In August, a powerful storm rolled across Lake Michigan.
The wind shook the windows.
Lightning flashed over the water.
For the first time since Daniel died, I felt genuinely afraid inside the cottage.
Not helpless.
Afraid.
There is a difference.
At 12:43 in the morning, headlights appeared through
