My health required months of treatment because arsenic leaves damage behind, yet each morning I woke to the sound of Logan in the kitchen making coffee with hands hardened by two years at sea.
One Sunday he drove me to the coast to meet Walter and Judith Hayes, and I thanked them through tears for saving my child when the ocean nearly claimed him.
As we stood facing the waves, Logan slipped off his shoes and stepped into the water while I wrapped my arms around him from behind and said, “We lost time, but we did not lose each other.”
In that moment I understood that love can return in impossible ways, sometimes through a phone call at 3:07 in the morning and sometimes through the truth hidden in a cup of chamomile tea.
