The next day Frank was up early, and after a quick breakfast of porridge and toast, he grabbed his backpack and headed out to meet a brilliant blue-skied morning. As he strode down the narrow lane back the way he’d brought the expedition team in the day before, he ran into Sarah, who was out with her camera taking in the sweeping vista.
“Well, good morning, Mr. Kincaid,” she said, offering him a smile.
“You’re up and about early,” Frank said as he headed toward her. He stopped a safe distance away, careful to not get too close, but she had other ideas and slid over next to him.
“I thought I’d take some pics of this gorgeous valley below,” she said. He heard her take a deep, refreshing breath. “My goodness, what a beautiful day—not a cloud in the sky.”
“Yes, it’s like that this time of
