The motor buzzed softly until the wind filled the sail, and then it was quiet except for the light clinking of metal on metal. Land faded behind them. They anchored in a cove about an hour later. It was peaceful—green-blue water, pale sand dunes.
The sun was out, and Catherine felt good, comfortable in her loose linen dress. She knew pregnancy had changed how she looked, but in that moment, she felt confident. John grabbed his old camera and asked if he could take a few photos for their memory book. She agreed but warned him—no awkward angles.