Chapter 24 - RETURNING TO CEDAR HOLLOW
Emma was twenty-two when she asked to see Cedar Hollow.
The new owners had converted it into a boutique inn and community event center.
The gallery was structurally different.
Glass barrier.
Steel posts.
No white hydrangeas.
No red rope.
I offered to go.
Marcus did too.
Emma said:
“I want to go alone first.”
That frightened me.
I let her.
She returned three hours later.
“Well?”
“The coffee is bad.”
I laughed.
“What about upstairs?”
“I stood there.”
“And?”
“It’s a railing.”
That was all.
Months later, we attended a charity dinner there together.
Emma walked upstairs.
Touched the glass.
Then came back down.
No ceremony.
May you like
No collapse.
A building had become a building again.
