Hope walked along the candlelit path. Her bare feet felt the alternating sensations of cold dew on the cobblestones and licking heat from the flames. She walked slowly, heel to toe, heel to toe, her toes curling against the stones. Her white gown brushed around her ankles and she hunched her shoulders against the chilled breeze.
She took a deep breath and walked down a few steps. She sat down and looked far out over the water. There was a green light she could see on someone’s dock at the opposite side of the lake. She didn’t know who lived over there, but that light shone every night.