Daddy was wrong, it certainly hadn’t been by chance. She’d planned and she’d worked so hard and given up so much. She was out here alone wasn’t she?
“Given up a hell of a lot, Daddy.” She brushed at a tear raised by the cold wind.
Her fingers were frozen, even colder than her cheeks. Blowing into her curled hands warmed them little. She pulled the gloves back on, forming fists with her hands, leaving the chilly fingers of the gloves empty.
The lighthouse stood high above. The sailboat was disappearing southward, continuing its own chilly journey. A container ship sliced northward, but there were few other craft on so bitter a day.
She’d planned…to get as far away from Seattle and Bainbridge Island as she could. Marketing had started out as a degree in business. A thousand times she’d p
