Russell had finally left to amble along the edges of the high cliff. Even now Cassidy could see him poking along inspecting every nook and cranny of the narrow point, as if he’d lost something. Occasionally he’d snap a picture with that fancy camera of his but even that looked less like inspiration and more like habit. At long last he headed down a side trail that appeared to lead to the bottom of the cliff.
She took the moment alone to pull out her father’s letter.
Dearest Ice Sweet,
You can hold onto something so tightly that your nerves go numb and you no longer notice your deathgrip on it. Not until it is too late, or near enough.
Adrianne and I spent three years trying to save the vineyard. We sunk every penny we had into it until every belonging was sold and we’d spent almost eve
