Chapters (28)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Contents
- Paris, France
- Part 1
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Amsterdam, The Netherlands
- Part 2
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Part 3
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Sarah Addison Allen
- About the Author
- Copyright
Eby walked over to her. When her shadow fell over her, Kate turned. “I was just waiting for Devin. She wants to go for a hike.”
“Like myself again.”
“Is she okay today?”
“I think so. I think we’re both finally okay.”
Eby looked down at the lake, at Devin crouching by the water in her pink romper and fairy wings and Selma standing next to her with her white parasol. Selma pointed to something, and Eby followed her finger to the trail around the lake, where she thought she caught a fleeting glimpse of a little boy in overalls, walking away.
Eby’s breath caught.
“Eby? Are you all right?” Kate asked.
Eby turned to her. “What? Oh, yes. I’m fine. I thought I saw … it was nothing. Just a little déjà vu.” She shook her head. It was so long ago, she’d almost forgotten. “I was remembering the first picture of Lost Lake I ever saw, just after my honeymoon. It was on a postcard George showed me of some investment property. I felt like I was looking into the future. Maybe I was. Maybe I was looking at this very moment. Maybe I’ve come full circle.”
Kate stood. “Or maybe it’s just a new circle forming.”
Eby smiled at her as Kate walked away to get Devin. Eby put her hand to her chest, to check for that familiar fluttering there. But it was gone now, released to the wind like a caged bird.
The only thing she could feel now was the life inside her, the beat of her heart and the filling of her lungs.
She was alive and well, with plenty of fight left in her.
She looked at the postcard scene at the lake again and shook her head.
The big sign she’d been looking for had been here all along.
Part 3
PART 3
Chapter 14
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A short time later, already sweating as the sun rose higher in the sky, Kate and Devin broke through the woods and finally found themselves on the dirt road leading to Wes’s old cabin.
They walked up the road, and as soon as the clearing came into view, so did a large white van with Wes’s handyman logo on it.
Wes was leaning against the front of the van, staring at where the cabin had once stood. He was wearing shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt, and black sunglasses hid his eyes. He was as still as a statue.
Before she could take Devin’s hand to quietly lead her away, not wanting to disturb his moment with this place, Devin yelled, “Wes!” and ran toward him.
He turned quickly.
Devin reached him and hugged him, which made him smile and he put his arms gently around her fairy wings.
He watched as Kate approached him.
“We didn’t know you’d be here,” Kate said. “Do you want us to leave?”