I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light.

On December 8, 1921, when the Leopoldina set sail for Europe, we were on board. Our life together had finally begun. We held on to each other and looked out at the sea. It was impossibly large and full of beauty and danger in equal parts-and we wanted it all.

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved

I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together.

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight.