The Unfolding of Our Eden

Previously

…Carol turned to her, a small, uncertain smile playing on her lips. “She is,” Carol admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. The spark ignited in that quirky shop had not been extinguished by the bright sunlight and the cheerful crowds. Instead, it had settled within her, a tiny ember, waiting for the right kind of breath to fan it into a flame. The road to Gatlinburg had promised relaxation and a deepening of their already profound connection. It seemed, however, that the mountain town had other, far more unexpected, plans in store for them. The question now was, what would this unforeseen meeting ignite?