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"I’ll start on the south bed tomorrow," Elias replied. He didn't mention the ache in his lower back. To acknowledge it would be to invite her worry, and her worry was the one thing he couldn't bear to carry.

That evening, as the sun dipped behind the treeline, casting long, amber shadows across the hardwood, Elias found Clara in the study. She was looking at an old photograph of them in their twenties—wild-eyed and breathless on a pier in Maine. extreme mature sex

Elias stepped behind her, resting his chin lightly on the crown of her head. The scent of her—lavender and aged paper—was his true north. "We had a lot to prove to the world," he said. "Now, we only have to prove it to each other. And I think the verdict is in." "I’ll start on the south bed tomorrow," Elias replied

"We were so loud then," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips. That evening, as the sun dipped behind the

"The garden needs turning," Clara remarked, her voice a soft rasp. She didn't look up, but she knew Elias was watching her. She knew he was calculating how many more seasons his knees would allow him to kneel in the dirt for her prize hydrangeas.