My gaze devoured the list on my lap. Aches blossomed in my chest as nostalgia kicked in. I wasn’t sure why Logan had wanted me to write up this list. I was sure he would try to get me to do them again. Or maybe it was so I’d recognize how far I’d strayed from things that used to make me happy. Such simple things that I could do if I made time for them, but I’d just forgotten myself.
Turning my head toward the large windows that the curtains were pulled tight against, I felt the call to open them.
Quite often, I forgot that my hotel sat on sixty-four acres of beachfront property. I remembered that fact when it came to business. Weddings on the beach, golf tournaments, and garden parties in the spring. But, every day, that detail escaped me.
My feet were moving, and my arms were grasping the material back. It was nighttime now. The sun had set, but more than sunsets or sunrises on the beach, I loved the moonlight shining on the sand and water. It was so peaceful and calm.
I watched the waves crash and the palms sway in the night breeze for some time. Just thinking about what Logan had said and how just one day of this program was opening my eyes to some things.
Nobody liked having a mirror held up to the person they were right now, but only through awareness could change begin. That roller-coaster feeling tumbled in my belly as I thought of what was to come. More revelations, more tears, more eye-openers that were sure as hell going to make me feel like shit. But with all those feelings came hope.
That bath I had been told to take sounded good about now, so I got the water going and threw in some year-old Epsom salt and a bath bomb that had been hiding in one of my drawers.
The heat relaxed my muscles, and then I turned on an audio of one of my favorite stories. My eyes closed as I thought of nothing else but the heat, the scent of lavender, and the superhero battle in my book.
