There were questions she needed to ask. Fears she wanted allayed. Choices to discuss. And not just with anyone. With Gerry. She needed to talk to him about this. Ask him what he knew and what he had done. Demand to know whether he was the good man she had believed him to be or someone else entirely. But he was gone, and there was nowhere to go with any of it. She was alone with a baseless yearning, once again. After so many years of being in this isolated spot, you’d think she’d be used to it. Some destinations were ever new territory, however, no matter how well you knew their town squares.
:-(
