“I might be,” I say. “I just got into town and I’m not quite sure what I’m doing, to be honest.”

“Honey, I was born in this town and I’m not quite sure what I’m doing.” Her smile is all warmth and understanding. I’m unexpectedly touched, and a lump forms at the back of my throat.

Marge appears with a couple of coat options. “I would recommend the long length. It’s still winter here and it will be for a while.” I nod and decide to go with the one she’s suggesting, which is padded and looks like a giant duvet with arms.

“I don’t know where you’re staying, but the Colorado Club is offering staff accommodation for out-of-towners,” the stranger chimes in. She shrugs and smooths down her black pants. “If you’re interested.”

“Thanks,” I say. “I’m Rosey, by the way.”

“Donna.” She nods at Marge. “We’re sisters-in-law.”

I take the pants in two colors. The sweater too. I collect three t-shirts and a five-pack of socks. I’m able to pick up some panties and a bra, as well as a hat, gloves, and a new pair of boots. My sneakers are still wet from the puddle of water outside the cabin I stepped in this morning.

Marge rings everything up and puts it all in two large bags. “We’re open until six, so just come on by if there’s anything else we can help you with,” she says, sliding the bags toward me.

“Let us know how it goes if you go up to the Colorado Club,” Donna says. “I work at the vet’s and the diner, so I’ll see you around.”

We say our goodbyes and I head out, patting Marv on the head as I exit.

I look like I’m about to hit the trails. But it’s better than looking like you just jilted your fiancé at the altar and hopped a flight out of town without a plan.

I turn right to head up Main Street and find out what else this cute little town has to offer. I could do with a coffee and a chance to think. I’ve never seen a place so pretty. The mountains stretch up behind the town like dramatic scenery in a play. But it makes the place feel cozy. Protected.

As I’m staring up at the clear blue sky stretching into infinity behind the mountains, a young kid offers me a flyer and I take it. Across the street, there’s a café with a gigantic black tea cup in the window. I head toward it while I glance at the flyer in my hand. It’s a notice about job opportunities at the Colorado Club.

I’m pretty sure this is what they call fate.

SIX

Byron