WHEN THE TIDE TURNS

ss would be too much, too soon-like striking a m

away into the darkness. Elena remained in the kitchen for a long time,

had passed. In its wake, the

ied her sketchbook to the studio. Her hand hovered above the blank page longe

aves, broken cliffs, and the suggestion of a figure standi

en she realized her

rilled lamb with lemon and honey. She helped set the table, brushing

day," he said a

id you

charcoal o

d. He smiled, not mocking-just... pleased. L

for Egon Schiele and Georgia O'Keeffe, especially the raw honesty in their work. He spoke ab

ast," he said. "Even

ully. "That sounds like

n't flinch.

love was the thing that would save me.

touched her hand with his. Not a grand

night wa

in long silver ribbons. She pulled a shawl over her shoulders. He o

said finally. "Long time ago.

rned h

e l

e d

ice caught.

dea of staying in a hospital, so I brought

her face. He reached out and tucked a strand

e'd like yo

ice was so

her people don't.

ence between them-in

soft waves, she whispered, "Will

long moment, then nodde

ney-colored. The cliffs overlooked the bay in a wide, cinematic sprawl. Wave

er as she stared ou

id, "You've rebuilt you

to,"

color," she whispered. "But

s palm found her hip, just beneath the hem of her