She would have loved Nolan and his terrible jokes, the families laughing together, and the fact that nobody needed permission from a woman with a clipboard to enjoy their own homes.
I raised my glass toward the empty chair.
“We made it to the lake, sweetheart.”
A breeze crossed the cove, stirring the water against the dock.
I stayed there until the stars came out.
THE END
Disclaimer: This story is fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. Any names, characters, places, or events are fictitious or used fictitiously. No real person or organization is intended to be portrayed.
