seemed to soften. "I love you. Nothing else matters,” he said slowly and with as much assurance as he could convey. He smiled lightly as he raised his hand and gently brushed her long blond hair aside. He kissed her softly, and then once again, as he pulled her back into his arms offering a reassuring hug.
“Grant,” she peered at him like a small child looking up to him for answers.
“It’s in the past babe. It’s me and you, Sarah. This is about us, this is about the rest of our lives.”
“Promises,” she asked quietly, burying her head back into his chest.
“Promises.”
Five
A mass of large bare maple trees became more abundant as Gina continued down the road; a sign that told anyone familiar with the area that they were entering Ellbrook. The town was accessible from four identical roads, each from every direction, creating the same entrance to Ellbrook no matter where you were coming from.
As she pulled into the center of town, Gina was surprised to find so many people out and about bearing the cold weather. The snow was falling hard and the wind was bitter, making the elements uncomfortable for a day out. The weather reports said there would not be a reprieve from the snow or the chill until mid-morning the next day. Had she scheduled this outing with anyone other than Ali, she would have cancelled. However, Ali was the definition of the stay at home mom who was crawling out of her skin. There was no question that she loved her little girls, but the monotony of being at home brought her something she didn’t appear fully prepared to handle. Outings, even a quick brunch, Ali looked forward to the same way Gina looked forward to a night out on the town. Gina knew she couldn’t cancel.
She parked her car to the side of the road on the street close to the café she was meeting Ali. She put a quarter in the meter and began her walk down the brick path that lined the street. Most of the small “mom and pop” shops that filled Main Street were preparing to open for the day. A small coffee cart that sat on the street smelling of strong brew and chocolate caught her nose quick enough for her not to pass. She stopped herself in front of the cart, pausing for a moment to take in a breath of the crisp fresh air. She noticed the stillness and enjoyment that came from the mix of the pure winter air and the warmth of the brewed coffee beans. “I will take a medium regular, black, please.” She said to the older gentleman standing at the cart.
He was dressed in a wool newsboy cap and navy tweed jacket. He appeared as if he had been standing in the same spot, selling the same coffee since it cost only a nickel. Softly, the older gentlemen acknowledged her presence with a slow nod and quick smile. He prepared her drink with precision.
“That’ll be $2.25 please.” He set the take out cup on the cart and smiled at Gina politely.
“Here you go. Thank you.” She said as she handed him exact change. Gina paused, taking a sip of the coffee in her hand, feeling the warmth of it running through her body. She walked along the streets enjoying the tranquility of her stroll as she window shopped on her way over to the cafe. She passed a few small shops, both boasting unique antiques before reaching a small pharmacy. She looked in the window at the spring display. She giggled to herself as she stood ankle deep in snow looking at the flowers and green grass in the window celebrating the arrival of spring.
“Hi Miss Fotelli.” A loud greeting shot out from behind her, disrupting her thoughts of nothing. Gina turned to see two boys dressed in snow gear and rubber boots holding sleds, immediately recognizing the one who called her name.
“Hi Sam, how are you?” She asked. Sam Rapter was in her eighth period AP American History class. Gina liked