Why did I wait 30 years? What was I thinking? How could I have given up so much of my life? Can I even start living now?

Rebecca asked herself so many questions when she finally awoke in the tower of her grandmothers historic home. She had been gazing out at the ocean, the endless horizon in the morning mist. He was just a boy who’d looked her way as they passed one another in a convienstore on her way skiing on winter morning. Later they unwittingly sat beside eachother in the chalet drinking hot cocoa and exchanging glimpses of one another. Both too shy to actually take things any further until he got up and began to walk toward her. Becca’s heart began to race and she could feel her cheeks flush, thank goodness they were already rosy from the cool air. Was he actually coming to ward her?