The Silhouette of Us
She slid her arm through Jillian’s, her fingers grasping the sleeve as they stepped onto the gravel porch.
"It’s a peaceful kind of quiet," Jillian replied, her deep voice full of calm and certainty.
Hand-in-hand, they followed the narrow gravel path away from the cottage, towards the rugged black cliffs overlooking Oakhaven Cove. The midsummer moon shone high in the dark sky, casting a silver trail across the water. No city lights or cameras marred the view, and no servers hummed with corporate data.
Reaching the ridge’s edge, salt-laced wind gently stirred Clara’s silk sundress beneath her coat. They paused where the grass met the precipice, gazing at the endless horizon.