READER CONNECTION: USING MEMORIES

Emma didn’t know what woke her— the excitement of the celebration to come in a few hours or the moonlight streams shimmering through the window, but something had.  Her heart, like an Olympic sprinter’s, drummed against her narrow chest as she brushed her bangs from her eyes.

The chilled night air held a fresh laundered scent and kissed her nose. She curled her fingers into the blanket’s satin edge and tucked the comforter securely under her chin. Soft warmth surrounded Emma, chasing the nip...