Chapter 14

The crisp chill of fall in Massachusetts was bracing, a nice change from the long Florida summer. It was good, though, Julie thought, that she had chosen to wear her dark brown pantsuit and turtleneck, rather than the black dress she’d brought specifically for the occasion.

The park was filled with colorful elms and maples, accented by paper-white birch trees. Some of the dried leaves had already fallen to the ground, and they crunched beneath her boots as she walked along the single-lane road. She knew the pond was just around the curve up ahead.

The wooden bench was still there, in the clearing overlooking the water. Some Canadian geese swam in a V-formation on the pond, sending ripples across the surface.

Julie sat down on the bench.

Now what?

Memories came flooding back.

They were unstoppable, like her tears.

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