As a child, the wooden bridge leading into the cranberry bog had seemed endless. Kelsey stood looking down the expanse from her porch now, wondering if she’d made the right decision. Her doubts fled when she saw Grant running towards her from the dock.
“Look what I found, Mommy – treasure,” his high-pitched voice carried across the planks.
She smiled at his contagious excitement. To her 6-yr. old, even the mundane shimmered with wonder.
“Show me,” Kelsey shouted back. Seeing his prize stopped her heart cold. There in Grant’s hand, tangled with dripping leaves, rested Jim’s watch.