Eighteen months. It’s been eighteen months since Daniel died. Those thoughts ricocheted through Erin Christiansen’s brain as she stared upon the majestic Yellowstone Lake. Cabin #15 had been her refuge at the lodging facility within the national park for two nights. One more to go before she again embarked on her journey—returning to the large house in Florida, devoid of her husband’s presence for the second summer.
Morning light kissed the still snow-capped mountains to the south. Fuchsia, bluebonnet, and apricot hues danced in the dawn sky. Mornings were Daniel’s favorite time of day. They had shared many dawns during their twenty-six-year marriage, including numerous ones along Florida’s beaches. Daniel would have enjoyed watching this sunrise. Erin’s heart contracted as a longing to share the Yellowstone National Park sky with him enveloped her.
A small paw grazed her leg and interrupted her thoughts. Erin leaned down and scooped up her recently-adopted Cavalier King Charles spaniel. She cradled the small dog in her arms.
“I’m so glad you’ll be with me, Winston,” she whispered into her furry friend’s ear. “Last year was hard; now, I now have you for company. I hope you’ll like your new home.”
For the hundredth time since Erin claimed Winston for her own, she swore the little canine smiled at her before licking her cheek.
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