Early spring. Kodiak Island, Alaska.Joe stood on the deck of a small whale-watching boat, wind whipping hard enough to make him squint. The captain was a local fisherman, pipe in his mouth, casual. "Good luck today. Humpbacks are right ahead."Joe nodded, zipped his jacket to the collar.The boat glided into the bay. Water like a mirror. Snow-capped mountains in the distance, drifting ice up close. The air smelled of salt and pine.Then he saw me.I was sitting on a bench at the stern in a dark blue winter coat, hair tossed by the wind, a thermos in my hand, turned toward a woman mid-conversation. The woman's back was to Joe—but he knew that laugh. Selena.Joe stood at the other end of the deck, the whole boat between us, and just watched. I was thinner. But I looked well.Selena spotted him first. Her smile froze for a beat, then she turned slowly and gestured for me to look.Our eyes met.My heart was calm as still water. Seeing this man again—no resentment, no bitterness. When I le
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