And believe it or not, she has a phone and everything. She stopped using smoking signals last year.

I've been thinking about you constantly since I left, wondering why the journey I'm on seemed to have led through you. I know my journey's not over yet, and that life is a winding path, but I can only hope it somehow circles back to the place I belong. That's how I think of it now. I belong with you.

I steeled myself to focus only on the present yet remain alert to what might come next.

I'm not perfect, either. In the end, it's only God's judgement that matters, and I've learned enough to know that no one can presume to know the will of God.

Who do you think it was that brought the bottle to her?

And here it will end, one way or the other," she whispered again

It made perfect sense, and at the same time nothing seemed to.