Once everything around us settled and stopped wavering I looked at Kenna, grateful to see that she'd stopped shivering, "What's going on, Jed?" She asked me as the room came into focus and she sat up.
Without realizing it, I'd taken us to mine and Tara's beach house as it was many years ago. Tara used to love displaying her extremely unique style; she used to say that if something beautiful made her smile, even just once, why not put it all together to create a happy environment that made her smile all the time? Whether or not it fit into societies idea of stylish it didn't bother her, as long as it made her happy. As for me, if something meant a lot to her, I could live with it as long as it kept her smiling.