“Happy birthday, honey.” Uncertainty clenches my fists, and I pull in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. And then I open my eyes. I gasp, hands flying to my mouth, and tears build in my eyes without warning. Towering pines and endless mountains paint the skyline, touching the inky water, the slightest breeze sending a gentle ripple through the otherwise still bay. And there, above it all, dazzling ribbons of green, orange, pink, and purple dance through the deep blue sky, thousands upon thousands of stars singing as the Northern Lights illuminate my world.
Jaxon Riley the man that you are.
