Where She Was Loved by Sarah Tomlinson

Author:Sarah Tomlinson [Tomlinson, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sarah Tomlinson
Published: 2019-10-25T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Ashley

After thirty-two hours on the road, I finally arrived. As I stepped off the bus, I found myself unsure of where I should go. It had been such a long time since I had seen anyone. What if they were angry with me for staying away and never being in contact? And would they even want me here?

I walked through the main center of town, getting a feel for the changes that had taken place since I was last there. A few new stores and restaurants had opened and some of the houses had been renovated, but all-in-all, it was the same town I fell in love with all those years ago. The sense of belonging and knowing it was where I belonged warmed my heart. No matter how I felt about just stumbling back into town, I was home.

I made my way into the park in the center of town that held the town gazebo, usually used as a stage for performances and annual gatherings. I climbed the steps and sat down on the top one. I took in the familiar places, all the while trying to muster up the courage to head over to Ava's B&B. Not a day had passed in all the time I had been away in which I didn't think about Ava and Sharon.

As I looked about my surroundings, one thing in particular caught my complete attention since I had never seen it before. Standing at least six feet tall next to the gazebo was a sculpture made completely of wire. Its intricate design expressed that of a man holding a woman. Scattered about the metal frames were little metal butterflies soldered together and shaped like hearts. The piece was beautiful and I couldn't help but stare at it, unable to look away from the familiarity of its subjects.

I stood from the step and descended, walking over to the sculpture. I weaved my fingers throughout the parts, examining every detail, unable to tear my eyes away. There was something so intimate about the pose. Making my way down to the stone slab the sculpture was secured to, I gasped and covered my mouth. Etched in the base was the two-word title–Ashley's Dance.

Did Eric create such a magnificent piece–and dedicate it to me? Unshed tears begged to be released as I fell to my knees in front of the sculpture, remembering our last night together as if had just happened.

After hours of sitting in front of the sculpture and running my fingers over it time and time again in awe, I was starving, my stomach begging to be fed. I also knew that I was just sitting there prolonging my short walk to see Ava. Reaching up, I touched the sculpture once more before standing. I promised myself to visit it again as soon as I could.

I was finally free of my father, yet my nerves held me captive with the anticipation of seeing my friends after such a long time away. I had

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