Tiffany looked down at it and she had absolutely no idea.
Devin’s unexpected arrival had broken the seams of normality she kept wrapped around herself during knitting.
“It’s—” It had been so clear in her head just seconds ago, but like a dropped stitch, it was gone without noticing.
Devin leaned in and traced a finger over one of the patterns.
It felt as if his finger traced upon her cheek, just where he’d touched her before the kiss.
“It looks like a windmill.”
“It is,” Tiffany gasped out. She remembered that now, the long propellers of a big windfarm on a field of dark blue. “Denmark. Copenhagen. The water is so shallow that they plant them in the bay like giant tulips.”
“Have you been there?”
She shook her head. “But I’ve seen pictures of them standing in the sea.” Her family ha
