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.Her hectic schedule didn’t allow for much downtime.And even then, she could never be too far away from the hospital in the event of an emergency.Finally deciding she needed a better quality of life, Kai sold her condo on the Upper East Side, traded in her Lexus for a Ford Explorer, her scrubs for jeans and flip-flops, and planted new roots in Sag Harbor Village.It took her a while to grow accustomed to the quiet and the slower pace, to realize that businesses closed at dusk and all the residents knew each other by first name and they didn’t text all day long but actually had conversations and made phone calls.Now, more than two years later, Kai Randall was a fixture in Sag Harbor Village.With the urging of Melanie and her own restless need to “fix things,” Kai had converted her detached garage into a small medical office, complete with state-of-the-art equipment, from X-ray machines to nebulizers to sonogram machines.She ran the place herself.There wasn’t much need for a staff.Actually, most of her doctoring was done in house calls.That was Melanie’s doing as well.She referred all of her clients, family and guests to Kai, who was more than happy to pay them a visit when they were under the weather.It was a good life.Easy.And for the first time in longer than she could remember, she was able to pursue her other passion of photography.She took real pictures, the old-fashioned way, and developed them herself in the attic that she had converted into a darkroom.She’d even donated a few to the Grenning Gallery in town, and Desiree Armstrong, a renowned artist in her own right, had suggested that Kai put up a show of her own.But Kai hadn’t left the demands of the big city to get caught up in the demands of a small town.She liked things the way they were.No complications.No deadlines.No demands on her time or ability.Besides, most of the pictures that she took were of the people in the Village.She couldn’t begin to imagine the headache that would come as a result of needing people’s permissions to use their images.No thanks.Life was fine just the way it was.Kai stood in the archway of her front door, her eyes lifted to the darkening sky.She estimated that she had an hour, maybe two, before the rains came.She hurried up to her attic studio and gathered up her equipment.It was a great day for shooting.While many photographers preferred sunshine and blue heavens, Kai did some of her best work during storms and overcast skies, capturing scenes in stark black and white juxtaposed against the silhouettes of buildings or crashing waves.Today was one of those days.She packed up her equipment in her car along with her dog, Jasper, and headed into town.From the mouth of the town proper, Kai parked her car and took out her equipment.The outline of the businesses, turn-of-the-century streetlights and the masts of the sailboats docked at the pier set against the backdrop of the overcast skies formed the perfect composition.She shot a quick roll of film and then strolled down Main Street to capture the silhouettes of patrons beyond the glass windows, just as the rain began to fall.She put in another roll of film, snapped her final shots and hurried back to her car with Jasper hot on her heels just as the skies opened up.After drying off, she went straight to her studio and removed the film from the camera.This was the part of the process that she enjoyed the most, watching the images come to life.As she took the last photograph from the solution and hung it up to dry, she was once again fascinated by the transformation that happened in measured increments, an image coming to life right before her eyes.All at once the profile of a man, with his head slightly bowed, his fist pressed against his forehead and seated alone in the coffee shop, emerged, and something inside of her shifted.She barely remembered taking the shot, but obviously she had.Her heart pounded as she looked closer.But it was more than his face through the plate-glass window that unsettled her.It was the aura of aloneness that wafted over him like the storm clouds.Everything within her wanted to fix him and make whatever it was that weighed down his spirit go away.How ridiculous, she thought.It was only a picture.Yet, days later, she found that at the most inopportune moments, his image floated in front of her or that jumpy feeling in the center of her stomach wreaked havoc.At night she thought of him, and during the days she found herself hoping to catch another glance of him.But as the days turned to weeks and spring into early summer, Kai cataloged the image away.Chapter 1“You’ll be fine, Mrs.Anderson [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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